The U.S. flag was adopted on this date in 1777, and the day became an official “thing” in 1916, by order of President Woodrow Wilson.
I learned all about flag etiquette in Girl Scouts, but I don’t remember ever actually owning a flag. Not that I was opposed to it, but I just never bought one. It grates on me that the American flag is manufactured anywhere other than the United States. Too picky? My step-mother has the flag that was presented to the family at my dad’s memorial service, so I suppose it might come to me one day.
After September 11, 2001, with all the flag pins on politicians, ragged Made in China flags waving from sticks on car windows, and so-called “patriots” virtually dry-humping the Stars and Stripes — I acquired what I call “flag fatigue.” As it turns out, it’s a fairly chronic condition.
“Uber-patriots” have wrung out any real symbolism our flag held, while completely forgetting (if they ever knew) what the flag, patriotism, the Constitution, and being an American actually mean.
Anyway, Happy Flag Day, everyone. Lawdy, I’m such an old crank.
This is our daily open thread — S.N.A.F.U.