Time To Make Anti-American Agitator William Kelly Famous

Let’s make him famous, America! I recognized the distinctive face, when I saw it a second or was it a third time, not in the the street protests where I’d seen him before, but in a Minneapolis Baptist Church, where he, former CNN host Don Lemon, and many others interrupted worship services and intimidated worshippers.

His name is William Kelly, and he has a deeply disturbing pattern of protesting outside churches, shouting obscenities at women, children, and elderly worshippers often in Washington, DC. His modus operandi is heaping the C word, The F word, and all kind of epithets at innocent people in a voice that has an unusually powerful resonance.

Few things in life cross my personal threshold of MAJOR VIOLATION as much as intentionally hurting children and innocent people who are minding their own business, but especially when they’re exercising their religious beliefs in a private, sancrosanct setting of a church. MAJOR VIOLATION doesn’t begin to describe how it sits in my heriarchy of wrongs and rights.

I know it when I see it. And I saw it with William Kelly.

I know this type of protestor from my years of reporting, covering too many protests to count on the National Mall, in the Halls of Congress and hearing rooms, Charlottesville, The Freddie Gray riots in Baltimore, all the way back to wandering around among Viet Nam War protestors, in my home town of DC in the early 70’s when I was in High School. It makes no difference what their color is, what their cause is, or how righteous they may feel in it. Kelly and his ilk tend to find energy, adrenaline, and even their reason-for- being in a mob setting. For them, the mob is home, comfort, and family, probably because the real family that raised them, did it badly, or negligently, or perhaps passed on to children their own form of dysfunction.

The more unpredictable the mob, the more at home they feel. Paging Dr. Freud on that one.

There’s always the intense eyes. Does adrenaline open pupils? They seem to be more energetic than most, are among the first to throw stuff, whether snow balls, smoke bombs, flag poles, tear gas, Molotov cocktails, whatever. They are the ones with the loudest voice, apparently unaffected and undeterred by the fingernails down a blackboard cacophony of screeching whistles, blaring bullhorns, sirens, monotonous chants or drumming, and F bombs, that drive normal people to saner decisions like, “I’m getting the F outta here.”

They are the first to agitate police or authority, and they seem to find pleasure in stoking tensions and passions a step further, always a step further. I suspect he’s also finding some form of financial renumeration from someone or some entity. Hence, the ever reincarnating presence in protests from Occupy Wall Street, to BLM, to anti-ICE. Whatever comes next, the William Kelly type adrenaline junkie will find it, and perhaps get paid for it.

They also seem, like predators to prey, to populate the regions of our country where the pickings are easy, in this case the sanctuary city. Eons of evolution have bestowed in us mammalian predators, the awareness that going after the most vulnerable – the young, the old, the sick, the weak – presents the biggest reward because it expends the least energy, is the most efficient, and poses the least threat of receiving injury during the hunt.

There’s a certain cynicism in the folly of passing sanctuary city legislation, gun free zones, or the idea of replacing police with “social workers” or “ community service representatives.” I’m reminded of that great quote, “It is useless for the sheep to make resolutions of vegetarianism, when the wolves are of a different opinion.”

William Kelly is a wolf among sheep in a Serengeti-like hunting ground known as Minneapolis.

Not to say that red states are not without their issues. I’m reminded of an incident a few miles from where I live in Florida that happened in 2022. After a road rage incident, two fathers in two trucks or SUVs resorted to exchanging gunfire. They ended up each accidently shooting each other’s young daughters. True story. From Chat GTP : “A violent road rage incident on U.S. Route 1 near Yulee and Callahan, Florida, in October 2022 resulted in two young female passengers—a 5-year-old and a 14-year-old—being shot when their fathers exchanged gunfire.”

So I’m extremely careful in my new found place of residence, to respect the hard cold reality that everybody’s packin’ heat. I toot the horn gently, quickly and smile at the aggressive driver, even if I’m enraged inside.

Mr. William Kelly would never last long where I live. Try what he did in a Minneapolis church, in a Yulee, Florida church and he’d come out like the cartoon character who drinks a glass or water after the shootout, and finds it flowing through multiple new exits in his torso. That’s the trade off. I suppose good fences make good neighbors, so to speak.