I Love You Bobby Lee

I do believe I have fallen in love with Robert E. Lee, post mortem that is. Not only did he possess a chivalrous gallantry in both peacetime and war (and freakishly small feet, size 4 ½, to be precise) but his immutable integrity is the stuff of fiction. After such a pronouncement of historical affection, this is the invariable point at which you begin to nod and explain away such effusive (and nerdy) declarations by my previous profession: Indeed, I taught Social Studies curriculum precedent to my present SAM* existence, and yet my historical fancy exists independent of that. In fact, should Kincaid aspire to NASCAR greatness, I hope that he will still harbor an affinity for narration of the past. . .

An affinity which compels me to share the inspiring exhortation of the General whose preeminent leadership, exceptional ingenuity and immutable valor makes me want to want to change Caid’s name to “Bobby Lee Frankenfield.” Lee commended:

“You have only always to do what is right. It will become easier by practice, and you will enjoy in the midst of your trials the pleasure of an approving conscience. That will be worth everything else.”

This was the salient principle in Lee’s existence compelling his actions to be governed by Biblical truth and subsequent mores. Though I am Yankee, greater acquaintance with General Lee’s biography makes it difficult to impugn the motives of the Confederacy. (Yes, I said it.) It was not the South’s profound affection for slavery that inspired their improbable victories against McClellan and Burnside, but rather their profound allegiance to Lee in defense of their sovereignty against Federal tyranny. I applaud that (even at the threat of cyber ostracism). It was Lee’s British colleague and admirer Lord Acton, in view of the War of Northern Aggression, who warned “Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

On Memorial Day, Eowyn, Kincaid, Jason & I attended the Doylestown parade commemorating those who gave the premiere sacrifice to secure our nation’s sovereignty and our safety….even at that parade. Professing our gratitude and applauding those heroes in the procession while munching on a sprinkled donut is trite compensation. . . So, in memoriam to those champions of liberty, Eowyn and Caid (and poor Jason) will know of my love for those leaders whose lives inspire and incite us to do “only always what is right” and defend the sanctity of this great nation.