Help the helpless . . . or is it the hopeless . . . or the soap less?

BWA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

Yesterday, while ordering a sleeper sofa at Knoxville Wholesale Furniture (which, along with the Brown Squirrel and Home Goods, is the only place you need to make a house a home here on Rocky Top), I noticed the Muzak was playing nice, light Christian music.  Nothing dramatic, just nice.

Then driving down Kingston Pike to pick up Dolly Girl and The Friend from Knoxville Catholic High School, I noticed a local mom-and-pop transmission shop, with a board out front advertising their specials . . . along with the sentiment "Thanks always to our veterans."

Am I wrong to want to live in an America where a business can do that and not face boycott?  I read recently that some liberals are suggesting that being conservative is indicative of a mental disorder - and then I see the faces above.  Sorry, but I am more apt to think "Looook at meeeeeeee!" when I see the faces of Occupiers than some sort of freedom fighter.  I think I understand their need to have some sort of goal, but having been told they're "special" and "unique" during their young lives without any sort of qualification for those attributes, they are caught in a prolonged teenager angst where they just want to rage and break things.  They want something and, since they were not raised to identify goals for themselves and work to achieve them, they have the expectation that someone will provide it to them.  "How" is irrelevant - someone will.

I am unapologetically conservative.  If you want to make assumptions about my character from that, go ahead.