A few months back, my little boy came home from Second Grade and said to me, “Guess what we learned today?” I said: “Rosa Parks.” He said: “How did you know that?” I said: “Because it’s always Rosa Parks.”
To which I’d add:
What today’s obnoxious gay
brownshirts activists who dare to think of themselves as the next Rosa Parks don’t get, is that Rosa Parks just wanted to sit at the front of the bus.
She didn’t try to take the wheel and drive the thing in the opposite direction.