Sore Losers & Sore Winners

Taki's Magazine

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A hallelujah chorus of joyous whoops and hollers erupted from a audience described as “mostly African Americans” as the Texas DMV voted on Thursday to reject a license-plate proposal by the Sons of Confederate Veterans. After hours of hearing what was said to be “emotional testimony” wherein “passions ran high,” the DMV’s board, all of its members appointed by dodo-brained presidential candidate Governor Rick Perry, voted 8-0 to reject a license-plate design that would have featured a square Confederate battle flag occupying roughly five percent of the overall plate’s area.

Back in April, essentially the same Texas DMV board (one member died and was replaced) split their vote 4-4 on whether to approve the Rebel license plate. Having recently survived his “Niggerhead” scandal, it is thought that the shape-shifting reptilian Perry instructed his minions to nix the license plate because he didn’t want to worsen his numerous displays of public retardation in the GOP debates with further accusations of racism. So this time around, the panel’s vote against the Confederate image was unanimous.

“Some are commanded to get over it, while others are instructed to never forget.”

The Sons of Confederate Veterans, whose website features a small man in a Rebel outfit who startles the unsuspecting viewer when he suddenly appears and starts speaking to you once the page loads, have already had their logo approved on license plates in nine formerly Confederate states. They were forced to sue to win the right to do so in Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina. They are now vowing to sue the state of Texas for the right to have specialty plates featuring what is described as a “baseball-sized” image of the Rebel battle flag.

Speaking before the US House of Representatives on October 11, the barely sentient Texas Congresswoman Sheila Jackson-Lee bloviated her hippo-shaped head off as she pled with Governor Perry to speak to his “higher angels” and reject the license-plate design featuring what she twice referred to as a “HEEN-ee-iss” symbol of hatred, bigotry, brutality, lynching, shattered families, and that old chronologically impossible canard about “four hundred years” of slavery. (We believe that “HEEN-ee-iss” is suppposed to be the word “heinous”; you can hear Ms. Jackson-Lee pronounce it HERE. You can also hear her talk about how the Confederates “opted to succeed [sic] from the Union.” It’s quite a fun and instructive clip.)

Aiding and abetting Ms. Jackson-Lee were the usual ducks all lined up in a row, quacking about hatred and racism and bigotry and lynching and prejudice and intimidation and violence and bondage and fear. There was talk of shamefulness, of hurtfulness, of offensiveness. Texas State NAACP Conference president Gary Bledsoe, apparently a mover and shaker in some organization devoted to colored people, declared without flinching: “We know that flag is a true symbol of hate.” He also cautioned that it would be ill-advised for the state to project an image to outsiders that “we are a bunch of country bumpkins.” No, Mr. Texas Colored Person, we sure wouldn’t want to do that. Also coming out to voice her support of the license-plate ban was Texas State Representative Senfronia Thompson, whom we mention primarily because her name is “Senfronia.”

Legion are those naïve enough to swallow the popular narrative that all of Southern history can be compressed into a microdot of psychopathic raging evil. Even if one is sufficiently ill-informed to believe the War Between the States was entirely about slavery and had nothing to do with, oh, economic and political control, it would still mean that somewhere in the ballpark of 600K young pale peckerwoods gave their lives to free the slaves. But that apparently wasn’t enough of a sacrifice, so don’t you knuckle-dragging redneck throwbacks even suggest mourning your fallen ancestors.

To be fair, the official Texas declaration of secession from 1861 features highly impolite passages about “Indian savages” and “the debasing doctrine of equality of all men” and how the states were “established exclusively by the white race” and how Africans should be “regarded as an inferior and dependent race” and other sorts of things you won’t hear on many sitcoms these days.

In their frothily Pavlovian mission to extinguish anything that stinks of “racism,” the faceless hordes of online prog keyboard-peckers are exulting in this latest defeat for Dixie, rubbing their noses in how they lost again and it was 150 years ago and they need to get over it and get a life and get a grip and give it up, and for Christ’s sake, you sore losers, quit acting all butt-hurt and take your medicine—YOU LOST!

Funny how you never hear them lecturing the so-called Native Americans about how they’re bitter losers who should just get over it. You won’t hear them scolding the descendants of African tribesmen whose ancestors didn’t put up a very impressive fight when European slave-traders alighted on their shores. After all, black slavery ended with the Civil War, did it not? So can we, like, GET OVER that whole slavery thing, too? If the Civil War was about slavery, then the slaves won, so can their descendants maybe quit acting like sore winners?

Apparently not, at least if the powers that be have chosen you as a runway model in the pity parade.

On the day they shot down the Rebel license plate, the same DMV panel approved a plate honoring the Buffalo Soldiers, all-black cavalry units who played a big hand in the systematic slaughter, torture, and clearing-out of the “Indian savages” mentioned in the Texas secession declaration.

So the winners not only get to write history and dictate the narrative and wallow in their ancestors’ suffering—they get the license plates, too. History is funny that way. Some are commanded to get over it, while others are instructed to never forget.

From Free North Carolina