Monday, September 20, 2010

The Flag

Today I got behind a car that was flying a Confederate flag. Not just plate holders or a decal on the window, but a full size flag on a pole affixed to the trunk. Man, the older I get, the more that flag sets me off.

Can you imagine it happening today? Say, in Florida, for example. "Hey, United States of America, thanks for all the infrastructure investment. You know; roads, airports, military bases. We are now the United State of Florida, though. We're going to start regulating your trucks using those roads, your planes using those airports, and your soldiers are no longer welcome on our bases. We're going to request that they store their arms and that you evac them to bases in your country. If you don't cooperate, we're going to start shooting them."

That is what the Confederate flag means to me. Wisconsin sent soldiers to fight in the Civil War. Some of them died fighting against an army that flew that flag. That flag stands for a people who took up arms against their country. Against my country.

I dunno'. Maybe it's different down South. It would probably still drive me nuts . . . but here? Especially here. What are they thinking?


  1. Patrick's parents have a neighbor who flies the confederate flag all the time. I cannot for the life of me figure out why. You're in the mid west for crying out loud. Right in the middle of the United States of America. I don't get what kind of point people like that are trying to prove....

  2. I am so grateful my children love our country and understand its history. This is a nation loved and protected by God, and His anger is kindled against all who attempt to destroy it, even from within. To me, those who fly or display the Confederate flag today are showing they are in open support of those who attempted to destroy this nation - like they are thumbing their nose at and turning their back on the country which supports and protects them. Kinda' like the Gadianton robbers - know what I mean?