Read the comments on yesterday's post…
Given those comments I thought it was appropriate to make a couple of other points...
• I never said Chris Kyle was a saint. I said he was a hero. They are not the same things.
• I could care less whether Kyle decked Ventura, although in a perfect universe that would certainly be the case. Chris is dead, and his side of that story died with him.
• I do not personally know Jesse Ventura and am in no position to assess his service, but IMHO by pursuing a lawsuit against a grieving widow he showed himself to be a man with neither grace nor honor. I suggest he be left, alone, to whatever shards of life he has left.
• I've never met a saint and I hope I never do. It can be scary and dangerous standing too near a saint. While heroes may kill people, saints have a knack for destroying nations, cultures and souls.
• To me, one of the peculiar pathologies of modern America is an almost obsessive need to destroy our heroes. Again, to me, and I speak only for myself and maybe Newt, it simply does not matter whether, say, Jim Bowie was a drunken womanizing blowhard dying of syphillis or that Davy Crockett was a massive fraud running from his many failures…the only thing that matters is that when William Travis drew that line in the sand, Bowie and Crockett were on the right side of that line. At some point we have to accept that we are all human — fallen, if you will — and subject to flaws, failures, misgivings, arrogance, cowardice, and indeed greatness that is inherent in the human condition.
• A few weeks back I mentioned a quote Stephen King's THE STAND…I have another one that's germane here: “No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just … come out the other side. Or you don’t.”
• I don't much believe in deconstruction. Were I to sit down one Saturday afternoon with a bottle of Maker's Mark to sift through the wreckage I've left behind me, I'm not totally sure I could chart my way out of that blue and lonely section of hell. I've always thought Kris Kristofferson captured the truth of it in his little known song The Pilgrim Chapter 33…"running from his devils, Lord, reaching for the stars…losing all the love along the way…"
Okay…that's about deep enough for a Saturday morning…if the temperatures goes up 5 degrees, I'm going to the range, head cold or not!