When you hear the name “Davy Crockett,” whom do you think of first?
The famous grandfather who died at The Alamo in 1836 with Travis and Bowie?
Or the infamous grandson who was shot down like a dog in New Mexico in 1876?
The grandson murdered three buffalo soldiers in cold blood, but got off on the grounds that he was under the influence of alcohol. Enabled by lax authority, the grandson went on to terrorize innocent citizens for months until the day he died.
Maybe we should make a bunch of excuses for him (like modern liberals are prone to do). The stress of being the namesake of a hero was too much for him. He got tired of hearing comments like, “You don’t even amount to a wart on your grandpa’s backside!”
Every once in a while, not often enough, bad things happen to bad people. That day in 1876 was one of those days.
Monday, February 27, 2006
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