“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”
For me, the proposed (and already decided upon) moving of the Cenotaph five hundred feet from where it’s stood since the late 1930’s represents not only everything that is wrong and misguided about the ‘reimagining’ of Alamo Plaza, but also everything that is wrong with City Hall. Moreover, I have always felt that the story of Texas was, in a sense, the story of America. In this way, City Hall, an embarrassment to be sure, is a reflection of everything that is wrong with our current political system.
Like its bigger and muckier version inside the Beltway, City Hall is a gurgling swamp of unremarkable weirdos, liars, pimps, and hacks, most of whom are so far up the Progressive Establishment’s ass, they can’t see a single ray of sunlight through the trees. If we use sunlight as a metaphor for truth, then it’s easy to observe how blind our city leadership has become to the real-world needs of the citizens of San Antonio. Hard to see the light of day when your head is either up your own ass, or shoved between the clenched buttocks of some elitist puke you think can further your political ambitions. At this point, if you wish to visit City Hall but you need directions, rather than look it up on GPS, all you have to do is follow the scent of methane gas.
The arguments we hear for the moving of the Cenotaph are as mucky and gross as the stanky-ass lies of the reptilian creatures who currently inhabit City Hall.
It doesn’t really stand over the dead bodies of the defenders, they claim. Therefore, its placement is ‘arbitrary’. Odd, that. I have lived in San Antonio for seven years now, and I have yet to meet a single person who believes that it does, including folks who were born and raised here. Most folks I know hold the Cenotaph in reverence not because it physically marks a gravesite, but rather because it memorializes an observably diverse group of individuals who fought and died for something bigger than themselves. Of course, that bigger thing is not just the region then known as Tejas, but rather an idea. A pesky idea that most most modern liberal pukes are a bit uncomfortable with–Freedom. Freedom from an oppressive government. Freedom from Santa Ana. And the freedom to start again, in a new place, and to build something new and magnificent from the dust of empty deserts, hidden salt domes, and the slow movement of snake-infested rivers. In this way, the Cenotaph isn’t a grave. It’s a birthplace.
When the swamp critters get weary of answering questions about the placement of the Cenotaph, they move on to Bullshit Default Argument #2: It’s hard to see.
Wow. It’s hard to see.
Jumping Jesus. It’s sixty feet tall and forty feet long. It’s not hard to see, it’s hard to miss!
I mean, seriously. Are we to believe that City Hall has been routinely receiving a significant amount of complaints over the years from people who…can’t see it?
And therein lies the stink of the swamp, no less unpleasant in the Alamo City than it is in Washington, D.C. It’s the stink of arrogance mixed with contempt. The arrogance of careerist politicians who are convinced of their own superior intelligence, and the deep contempt for the very people they claim to be serving.
And therein lies the rape of The Alamo.
It is the assault of something sacred by a handful of politically-motivated creeps and slime devils who have determined, all by themselves, that there is something ‘intolerant’ about Alamo Plaza, and so it needs to be dissembled, torn apart, and shoved into a box where no one can see it or even accidentally cast their gaze upon it. This is why, I imagine, they have convinced themselves that spending millions of dollars to move a six-story monument 500 feet is…you know…progressive.
The current Progressive Movement, like our own City Hall, is an unpleasant, bitter brood of Destroyers and Erasers.
As one caller to my show said recently, I think it is time to reimagine City Hall.
Remember the Alamo. Before we have to remember the Alamo.