Statues are offensive in the worst way, you know.
The most offensive statues are in areas inhabited by the uber-progressive of the species, who cannot pass by a patina-encrusted hunk of bronze or steel while gnashing their teeth together in feigned agony, tears welling in their pain-filled eyes, and looking about desperately for someone – anyone – to ask them to “show us where the statue hurt you.”
If the statue is of a white man or in some manner of religious garb, that answer comes naturally.
They have to work harder if the subject seems to be from a recognizable ethnic group of one sort or the other.
Individual statues can be minding their own business for decades – gathering dust, dirt, and pigeon poo – with little to no fanfare and few who knew what they represented or why they were erected to begin with.
And then, suddenly, a passer-by with victimhood grievance issues notices a…
