One TikToker revealed she worked at American restaurant Mission BBQ and had to stand for the anthem every day. "I hated it there so much," she complained. Another agreed saying she hadn't been back to that restaurant after experiencing the same thing.
Fox News, "People Standing for National Anthem Horrifies Progressives in Viral Video," May 2, 2023
Somebody call the Waaaaaaam-bulance.
It is circa 2014 and my daughter and her family live in the Baltimore suburb of Perry Hall. I have been dispatched to pick up lunch at Mission BBQ. Being an aficionado of smoked meats, robust sides and all that surround them, we've been here before and scoped things out. Their food is fantastic, but...
Around me as I wait - pictures of veterans, the young men and women smiling broadly for whatever camera had been pointed at them. Some of them had, no doubt, passed long before old age crept up. Perhaps more than a few had died wearing those uniforms, in whatever far away land to which our country had sent them.
There were patches. Oh, my were there patches. There were patches indicating rank, patches of military units. Dozens of patches from police and fire departments around the country. Patches from organizational subsets - SWAT, EMS, high angle rescue. Rockers for patches for airborne, for motorcycle patrol, for aviation. Hundreds of them.
There were bunker coats and fire helmets, military uniforms and police SWAT body armor carriers. There was--
And then, everything stopped. We were invited to stand, to remove our caps and our National Anthem was played. In that place surrounded by symbols of service and sacrifice, by photos of men and women who had served, it seemed entirely appropriate.
I wonder how awfully empty a person must be, that in a place dedicated to honoring the sacrifice of others on our behalf, a place producing some of the finest of the bbq genre, there would be room to hate.
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