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What Makes Your Ears Steam? |
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Gregory Morris, 5/7/08 11:15:30 pm |
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Today, as I was driving my wife home from her doctor's appointment, I noticed a group of about 20-30 mostly elderly folks, clearly many of them were veterans, with lots of American flags having some kind of troop-supporting pancake sale or suchlike.
As I slowed down to get a closer look, I noticed a group of about 5 or 6 people standing down the sidewalk a ways, all bearing a striking resemblance to Cindy Sheehan (ya know, standard old hippie scum), holding "stop the war" signs. Ok, freedom of speech, that's just fine. If you don't like the war, I'm not going to butt heads with you about it.
Then I saw one of them, holding a pole with a large UPSIDE DOWN American flag. I have to tell you, it took ever ounce of effort I could muster for me not to get out of the car and shove that flag pole up his stanky tree-hugging hippy arse.
Now listen. I will defend someone's right, to the death if necessary, to freely speak without fear of government reprisal. Free speech is that important to me. However, I am not the government, and I would be perfectly happy to hear that damn hippy cry like an abused puppy while another citizen used his upside down flag to beat him into a bloody pulp.
I'm not sure where that streak of anger came from this evening. I normally avoid eye contact with hippies. I bet it had something to do with a bunch of socialist fucksticks disrespecting the flag in the name of some retarded and backwards anti-American political ideal, all in the presence of people who had put their lives on the line to defend the right of citizens to criticize the government.
The hippies got off easy this time, with nothing but a flipped bird, and a loud "get a job, ya damn hippie." Boy was I in a mood. Rant over. |
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