When I was a kid, when I thought of police, I thought of Detective Canary, in a straw hat, on the pitcher’s mound on July 4, trying to strike out firemen in our town’s annual police vs. firemen baseball game.
But this is 2017.
Across the street at St. Francis’ Church, they’re having the annual Blue Mass for police officers from all over the state. This year’s Blue Mass is different.
How different? There are snipers up on the roof of St. Francis’ School; and when I looked out the door, two cops in riot helmets walked past, carrying submachine guns.
Usually I complain about the militarization of police forces. But again, this is 2017. Antifa vermin are running around loose instead of sitting in jail where they belong. Psychotic liberals and Black Lives Matter thugs chant, “Wadda we want? Dead cops! When do we want ’em? Now!” There is violence loose in the land–violence set loose by Far Left mutants who wish our country ill.
O Lord, O Jesus Christ Our King, defend us! And bless and defend our police officers–who now, it seems, really do need all that military equipment they’ve been buying. Grant, O Father in Heaven, that someday we can be back with straw hats and a baseball game.