MisterCairo
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It's at times like these I'm really glad to be Canadian, and that for the most part, we picked our own crops.
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And the paramount of idiocy, to me, is seeing some halfwitted Maine teenager driving around in a rusty pickup truck with an American flag and a Confederate flag lashed to the back, right above the rubber testicles hanging off the trailer hitch. Seeing things like this make me wish birth control could be made retroactive. That's not "working class pride," that's telling the world you're an illiterate nose-picking pinhead.
As far as loud, gaudy public displays of "patriotism" go, we weren't brought up to do that in New England. We started this country, we know its history, and we don't need to shove it in peoples' faces every five minutes with flags and stickers and pins and jackets and hats and similar exhibitionism. When they bring out that ridiculously-gigantic flag at Fenway Park and drape it over the left field wall, I flinch with embarrassment. The marketing people who came up with that idea *aren't from here.*
To see ourselves as others see us, eh?
It's akin to those who can't settle for just one bumper sticker indicating a political preference. I see a Prius with an ass end all but covered in stickers urging me to think globally and vote for this or that lefty candidate and to support marriage equality and any number of other good "liberal" causes, or an oversized pickup with its back bumper and rear slider window festooned with messages from gun-rights groups and the local right-wing talk radio station and I thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster that this person doesn't live next door to me.
That is more or less how I tend to view the best way to show my own patriotism, taking a cue from those of the World War II generation who raised me. In a nutshell: keep your mouth shut, just do your job, and avoid the jingoist adolescent flag waving crap. If you feel the need to stand for the National Anthem - and I usually do *- go ahead and do so. Remember, however, that the better ideals of this nation call us to respect the rights of others who choose NOT to do so. I am required (by the by laws in effect in my state) to recite the Pledge of Allegiance to open meetings at my lodge where I currently preside: I chose to omit the 1954 "under God" portion because I don't wish to put my imprimatur to that McCarthy Era nonsense. Outside of lodge, I try to avoid reciting it at all: the oath I took requires me to preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution, and therein lies my allegiance. Not to a flag.
* I usually don't join in. Respectful silence is my best offer. It's a terrible tune, more suited to the lyrics of the British drinking song for which it was written. I'll usually join in on "O Canada," however: not because of any national identity, but because it really IS a better song. And if I ever get to attend a big rugby match in England, I'll try my best with "Jerusalem." Great song.
Millions have suggested we replace "The Star Spangled Banner" with "This Land is Your Land," me among them, but the odds of that happening are somewhere between slim and none.
I have little doubt that if those of us of European descent had been born in a Southern state a century and a half before we were, we, too, would have found the cause a noble one.
Which does nothing to ennoble the cause. But considering that likelihood might keep us from another moral failing -- that of finding ourselves superior without considering the experiences of those we might look down upon.
Especially if all the verses are used.
"Banner" is not a bad song if it's played briskly -- John Kiley's 58-second version on the organ at Fenway was just about perfect. No elaboration, no giant flag, no flyover, no film clip of an eagle with a tear in his eye, no tortured Whitneying of the lyrics, no lyrics at all even. If you absolutely must have a patriotic demonstration at a meaningless late-September baseball game against the Twins, at least keep it simple and dignified.
Especially if all the verses are used.
Since this is The Fedora Lounge, shouldn't it be, Suit Happens?Nevertheless, "Suet Happens."
My high school bio teacher had a sign up that read Feces Occurs.tonyb, this one always cracks me up!
You suppose the dude woke up one morning & had a revelation like,
“Hey everybody... I think this would look cool on my truck!”
I prefer "America the Beautiful" myself, as long as it's George Carlin's version:I was always partial to "America the Beautiful," but the best verse is rarely sung by the proles who could learn the most from it. The verse containing the words:
America, America, God mend thy every flaw!
Confirm thy soul in self control, thy liberty in law.