by Wilbur
Once in a blue, blue moon someone comes along who makes a difference. Phil Robertson made that difference this weekend. But, it wasn't just him, it was every American who believed in God, decency, goodness, family and truth. For too long we have put up with the insane gyrations of every fringe group, no matter how crazy, no matter how indecent, no matter how far afield from the standards that founded this country, we just continued to work, keep our heads down and hoped for the best. It came down to one man speaking his mind, giving his opinion, basing these opinions from the Bible and these wackos leaped on him like a bunch of wild dogs. Only problem was they didn't look behind him. They didn't look at the millions of Americans who suddenly stood up and said, "ENOUGH!" If a sixty-seven year old man can't state that he believes what the Bible says we have come to a sad state of affairs. If a man who makes duck calls can't stand up for decency we have lost something in this country. Well, we didn't lose it. Even people in New York that wouldn't know a duck call if it walked up and honked at them stood up.
I have never watched Duck Dynasty, but I intend to now. I've never purchased a duck call but I'm going to now. Haven't read a Bible in a coon's age, but I'm going to give it another look. And I'm going to be eternally grateful to Phil for waking me up. I'll be grateful to him for drawing his line in the sand, which I was proud to step across and stand beside him. America will be a better place. We have seen what one old man with a duck call can do. Thank you Phil. Quack! Quack!
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