This goes out to all the techno-pagans in the Alt. Right who are repulsed by the poetic vision of the men whose symbols, jargon, and memories they wrap themselves in on a daily basis:
Once upon a time, there was a young lad who was like all the other lads except his father was a police officer. He adored his father and wanted, more than anything, to follow in his footsteps.
And so it was, our lad devoted himself to training in all the various arts of police craft. Unfortunately, he was so devoted to his task, he was oblivious to goings ons in the rest of the world. There was a violent takeover in the Kingdom of Mayberry and the lad’s father disappeared along with all the other officers. The kingdom was re-named and the new owners drastically changed the every-day life of the citizens.
Nevertheless, our lad persevered and eventually, years later, became a police officer.
He wrapped himself in the same uniform his father had worn. He proudly shined his shoes and badge. He kept his firearm well oiled and always ready. Yes! He had made it!
One day, an old friend of the family pulled our lad aside and told him he ought to be ashamed of himself. “Your father would cry if he saw what you’ve become! You’re nothing like him!”
“…but, but..” the lad stammered. “I’m dressed exactly like him!”
“Yes”…the old man said. “That’s as may be, but it was the Kingdom of Mayberry your father loved. It was for its sake he did what he did. You’re a servant of Babylon, no matter what clothes you’re wearing.”
The lad parted from the old man, letting him off with a warning and admonition never to run afoul of the police again else he’d face serious consequences. Then he drove off in his armored cruiser, sad that his heroic career wasn’t given the same respect as it had received in his father’s day.