Nothing signifies national
pride more than a flag. Showing the
colors is a dead on sign of courage in the face of any challenge to
sovereignty, be it military or sport.
How the heart throbs at the sight of a flapping piece of cloth flying
above a parade in the hot air from a cheering crowd. How patriotic for a politician or a corporate
executive to wear a cute little miniature flag in the lapel of a luxurious
suit. How reassuring to spot a flag
sticking out of a neighbor's front porch on Independence Day, Hegemony Day or
most any other day. How endearing to see
a vehicle painted hood to trunk in the glorious hues of the state standard. How wonderful to see flag hats, flag shirts,
flag tablecloths, flag napkins, flag beverage containers, flag balls, flag
kites… The list appears to be endless
but it's not. We could make and of
course sell flag condoms, flag diapers, and flag toilet paper. Still, this may be going too far, since we
are supposed to keep our beloved national pennant free of debris, detritus, and
dung, even though major money moguls wipe their much kissed asses with it every
time they shit on their fellow citizens.
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