I was out and about, on the way to lunch with Marine Son, who is in town briefly, and First Grandson. As we drove by a particular business, I noticed something and wondered about it, out loud.
Almost the moment I asked the question I knew the answer.
The question? Did someone die? Why is the flag at half-mast?
Marine Son said, quietly, I'll tell you in a few minutes (meaning away from the ears of First Grandson).
But I already knew. Because of yesterday, I said.
In the days just prior to the election, this same business posted what was the singularly most hateful sign I saw during those times, part of which was a reference to the President as "Hussein O'Sama."
And this, the flag in the position of distress, is apparently the mature response of more than just this one business owner, although it's the only one I've seen so far.
However much well-earned contempt I may have felt for the 43rd President of the United States, I never, never, never would have done anything so disrespectful -- to the flag and to my country.
For this woman, however, it's apparently not yet time to set aside childish things.
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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