On Thursday night in San Antonio, someone defaced the Alamo Cenotaph, a monument to defenders of the historic nearby fort. This morning, a friend in Texas sends this, which is going around:

If you are a Texan, or have ever lived in Texas, you don’t need me to explain to you what the Alamo means to Texans. If you aren’t, or haven’t, I’m not sure that it is possible to convey how sacred the fort is to them. Or at least to many of them. Imagine if some vandals had sneaked into Mecca, and spray-painted “Am Yisroel Chai!” on the walls of the Kaaba. OK, that’s too strong a comparison, but not by a whole lot. The point is, this desecration is an extreme culture-war aggression. If you are comparing the Alamo site to some monument in your own state, you’re wrong. Believe me, I’ve lived in Texas, and I’m married to a Texan. I cannot think of any places like it around the country that are held in the same kind of esteem by the people of the state. The Alamo is the birthplace of Texas identity.

Today there are going to be pissed-off armed Texans, surrounding the Alamo while racial identity-politics radicals rally in the next door park on this weekend of national rioting. Maybe it’s just me, but I have the feeling that these men are not going to be like Mayor Pajama Boy of Minneapolis.