It seems like an ironic time to celebrate independence, but we always have, and we always will.

Ours is not the first generation of which sacrifice is required. Some people equate wearing a mask with being shackled, but there is no constitutional right to yell “fire” in a crowded theater. There is no constitutional right to a crowded theater. The Constitution identifies the necessities right up front:


We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence [sic], promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
We can do this. We always have.
Governor Henry McMaster put the ball in the people’s court on Wednesday and basically lectured the citizenry as if he were a parent and we were children. He said, among other things, that there won’t be any football if we don’t behave.
Don’t make me stop this state!
My first reaction was that if it’s all up to us, what is the reason for a governor?
McMaster has a tough job. I don’t want it. But he’s got it.
It’s up to us. If we want the Clemson Tigers playing ball in the fall, not to mention the Laurens Raiders, Clinton Red Devils, Presbyterian Blue Hose and Laurens Academy Crusaders, we’re going to have to straighten up and fly right.
Whatever that means. I’m guessing it means we’re going to have to wear masks in public, wash our hands frequently, etc., etc., so on and so forth, ad damn near infinitum.
I’ve taken advantage of the lifting of restrictions. I ate at Dempsey’s Pizza last night. I wore my trusty yellow bandana. I thought of a joke in the movie Blazing Saddles and held it to myself until I finally found a waitress old enough to have been born when it came out. Dempsey’s requires everyone to use a provided, personal spatula to get their personal pizza. I thought of Tony Dempsey considering the coronavirus.
I hope somebody brought a [boat]load of spatulas!
Lots of folks are acting like a bunch of squealing piglets being weaned from their sow. You can’t make me wear a mask! I got the right to do what I want! It’s my life! This is a free country! It’s communism is what it is! Damn libtards!
Wee, wee, wee! Wah, wah, wah! Then they make sure they put their seatbelts on because it’s the law, and go on their way, mad at the world around ’em.
Maybe McMaster is right. We are children, and that’s why we can’t have nice things.