No Kings Day 2025 came and went. Never mind the millions of protesters across the U.S., who lined up along thoroughfares and who gathered in public squares. Did anything change? Who knows? But there’s a better question. Not whether the rite was right. It was, as I propose to report here. That, however, the right was wrong in all its self-righteousness, is worth noting, at least in passing. In a word, was No Kings Day 2025 a plot carried out by radical leftists in order to undermine the American way of life? Or could it indeed have been a rite that was right?
The 731 souls gathered along a main street in Norway, Maine, where I sat in my folding chair, were doubtless of a single mind (the number is exact; my wife walked the whole line counting). They loved America and rejoiced in the promise of America. The right thus was wrong. This line of demonstrators, many of them waving American flags, most of them giving the V-sign to the numerous souls who drove by honking, were the kind of down-home citizens I encountered lining the streets way back when my high school band marched down Main Street on the Fourth of July, all of us, heavily uniformed, sweating in the heat, me frantically trying to keep my clarinet mouthpiece from slipping around.
I can’t believe that I’m about to say this, but this morning I felt as if I were a character in an old Saturday Evening Post cover. No Kings Day 2025, was, for me, about as a hundred-per-cent American as you can get. God bless America!
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