Someone needs to tell John Avalos to relax. Like now.

Avalos, a member of the board of supervisors in San Francisco, told local media that he thinks the United States Navy’s famous flight demonstration squadron, the Blue Angels, are a safety hazard and should never fly over occupied areas in and around the city by the bay, ever again. Like some irrational nervous nelly, he wants them to stay over the water.

He actually said the following to a newspaper:

“It’s about them crashing and hitting a building — a place where people live,” Avalos told the Chronicle. “It’s about the terror that they cause in people when they strafe neighborhoods. That’s something I hear about all the time when Blue Angels fly overhead.”

Yes, the politician actually used the words “terror” and “strafing”, the latter of which is defined by the military as an aircraft zooming a few feet from the ground and shooting its heavy guns and rounds.

And, keep in mind, this is all in the wake of a beloved Blue Angel U.S. Marine pilot, Captain Jeff Kuss, losing his life last week in Tennessee.

Somehow, he’s been singing this disrespectful tune for a time now. The Washington Post dug up tweets from less than a year ago that ranted about “war planes” and even dropped the inflated words “imperialism” and “jingoism”. Fear mongering, pretty much. Not to mention a proverbial slap in the face to the men and women who serve in the U.S. military.

Sounds like the type of guy who wants every game to end in a tie, and trophies for all. Sounds like the kind of dude who puts a helmet on both him and his dog when he takes it for a walk, or puts a seatbelt on when he’s sitting on his couch.

It might behoove him to lighten up, and realize that being an American is a damn lucky thing. And to be proud that people give up their lives to serve and protect his right to be free. Because that’s precisely what happens every damn day.

And that’s just one of the many things the Blue Angels represent.

Maybe it’ll take a rumbly F/A-18 Hornet flyover, a narrow buzz right across the top of Avalos’ roof that shields his happy, warm fuzzy home to shake some life into him.

Or, more simply, maybe it’ll just take some common sense.