Dubious wrote: ↑Fri Jan 01, 2021 11:01 pm
Is that so! Then what was all this crap about making America great again? Obviously your least great president thought there was this gap in greatness which America had to fill and that he was the ONLY man to do it. As it turned out, America is now considerably less great, if it ever was that great, compared to any time prior to Trump's presidency. Putin, whom Trump so much admires, must be having a ball!
It's usually the flag huggers who turn out to be the most treasonous bastards.
It's a popular saying, but for some reason it rankles those who Hoover-up US money, honey. I figgered it would get a rankle nibble, rankle on the ankle wading for crawfish near the shore (don't worry, just on the alert for sentences never before written).
Folks from other countries feel the same about theirs, but they whisper it quietly, unlike the coarse Americans who blare it out ... all those large, bulging, bumbling people who laugh so loud when motoring on the savannah.
Yeah, we know of your cartoonish illusions.
But when the bitching starts about the greatest country in the history of the earth (
)poised to be economically crushed, I always think, compared to what?
Usually the measure of comparison is some vague idea that folks carry around, perhaps not even an ideal, but just some notions of what would be nice, spinning out of shifting memories glomming onto propaganda from the media that changes in acceptance as the view of life changes over time and accumulated disillusionments.
There is something a bit odd that has happened in this century, though. It began with the aftermath of 9-11.
Go through the rural areas of most any state in the country and you’re going to see something rather unusual. For festive events and when weird things start happening in the summer, you see pick-up trucks and motorcycles flying big American flags off the back, flapping in tow.
It’s usually men at the wheel or the handlebars, if it’s a woman she has borrowed the wheels. The exception is motorcycles. Those who fly flags off the back of a motorcycle are invariably old timers, and you see a lot of burly women on big Harleys. The pickup trucks are mostly youngsters at the wheel, but old-timers too drive the trucks, especially in the snow.
This is a bit disturbing. It speaks of gang colors, uniforms, a secret society that walks amongst us with secret handshakes, Skull and Bones Society, that sort of thing.
Then again, folks fly them from their pride and joy because such vehicles aren’t cheap and take a lot of sweat to get. The flags seem to be a defense of some sort, a loud and bellowing statement of intent for the eyes to hear.
