Tuesday, August 13, 2019

How Long Before We Are All in Trouble?

I read a story this morning about a police officer.

And sometimes we need to use some sort of "good sense" especially when we are selling a house.

Clean it up, put the kid's toys away.....

And take the KKK application off the wall.

Yes, it seems when a Michigan cop decided to sell his house, he decided to leave up a 19th century copy of an application to join the Knights of the Ku Klux Klan.

And then, showed the house to a black couple in view of a sale.

And he having Confederate flags all over the house didn't help.

Now, I understand collectors.

One of the largest collectors of Nazi memorabilia is in Houston....

And he's Jewish....( I don't understand that one either)

But sometimes you need to show some damn sense when invite people you don't know to your house.

Especially when you are employed as a cop, fireman, teachers, etc....

Now, I know, some of you would say, it's your house, you should be able to put up what ever you want in your house, and I agree.

I might or might not have political buttons up in my house including ones for the Socialist Workers and Eugene Debs......I may even have a Wallace-LeMay or a Strom Thurmond button up....There may or may not be a portrait of a Confederate general who has direct ancestry in this house. ( Some of you folks hollering "Southern Heritage" couldn't find a tie to the Confederacy if you tried. Yet, you don't see a Confederate flag on the flagpole here at the Compound......They fuckin' lost the war....  )  

But, I am really funny about who comes to the Compound......and who doesn't.

And if and when we sell the Compound, we know most of this stuff will already be packed away.

But, the world is changing......Makes you wonder how long before people will be wanting to look in your house to see what is in your house?

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