Right Wing Extremist
By Cliff Morrow
When my forefathers started their long trek to Eastern Nebraska from Virginia in the early 1800’s they moved first to Ohio and then Iowa and finally to the Missouri river which they crossed and then likely fell in a heap on this the Nebraska side. Morrows aren’t great swimmers (and few or none of us would know what to do with a bong for that matter) so we were afraid to go further west until they came up with the idea of bridges. I’m still here on the western bank of the river. Yes I have heard about the bridge thing.
These relatives of mine were almost all God fearing members of Baptist Churches along the way. My Mom and Dad believed basically the same thing that their parents believed. And they in turn were influenced by their parents and so on. Actually when I was young, you would have been hard pressed to find anyone with opposing points of view on almost any subject from those held by my parents.
I recall as a lad the discussions and lessons learned while gathered around the dinner table about religion, capitalism, socialism, freedom, free enterprise, abortion, ethics, those who cheat, why it was important to keep the government out of agriculture and business, and why we need to pay our fair share of taxes and countless other subjects.
I as a result, have ended up believing almost exactly what my Great-Great Grand Mothers and Fathers believed. And now, even though I haven’t changed positions on any of these topics, I have become the target, the bad guy. (In your mind now insert those musical notes from the movie, The Good , The Bad and The Ugly.) Yes, I’m the bad.
The national media would now refer to me as an extremist, a religious zealot if you will, and because of my refusal to change my beliefs I am also intolerant of others. Hey, nothing has changed for centuries and besides, I’m just trying to farm here.
In contemplating this, I’m not sure I should change my views so others can feel better about themselves. Wouldn’t that be a nifty and subversive way to destroy a country or a society or a church or almost anything that requires a bit of fortitude?
Remember, when this is all over, they won’t need to answer to me, or I to them.
Let me put this another way, If everyone in a Ford car club decides that to belong to the club you MUST drive a Ford in the parades, then I would suggest that you don’t join the club and show up at a parade driving your Rambler and then accuse everyone else of trying to make you feel bad because you drove a Rambler. You’ll likely respond with something like, “I’m going to take those intolerant Ford folks to court and force them to allow Ramblers into the Ford Club parades.” “They’re stepping on my rights as a Rambler owner.” The good news for you is that the Supreme Court would likely back you on this one. Why you ask, because it makes no sense.
Yes my friends, I began life standing directly in the middle of the road. And without moving so much as an inch, I’ve ended up in the ditch on the right.
I fear someone is intentionally moving the middle of the road.
I'll be in touch next Monday or so. I have to visit some VIP's.