October 29, 2001
The other day while perusing a message board I ran across the following:
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle, of every war,
for more than 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,
Shiloh and Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill,
the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome,
and the beaches of Normandy, and Guam.
Okinawa, Korea, KheSan, Saigon, and Vietnam know me,
I was there.
I led my troops,
I was dirty, battle worn and tired,
but my warriors cheered me
And I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled
on the streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn
and trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth,
and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips
and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
when I am flown at half-staff to honor my warrior,
or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
My name is Old Glory.
Long May I Wave!
While most of the replies were supportive of this post a person, who shall remain nameless, proffered the following response:
Quote: from R*** H**** on 6:56 pm on Oct. 7, 2001
I hope Mr. Old Glory doesn't mind that I have irreconcilable differences with the government he represents.
Of course his response drew some comments and he replied with the usual liberal claptrap. Below is my reply to his blathering.
Irreconcilable differences, eh. That's too bad. It really must be a PITA to live where the hopes, dreams, values and standards of your neighbors are so diametrically opposed to your own.
Of course you probably didn't notice since you seem to be a charter member of the pre-911 dominant culture. Safe and secure in your warm-fuzzy world of deconstructionism wrapped in your blankets of Political Correctness and moral relativism.
It must have come as quite a shock to you and your brethren when you awoke on Sept 12th to the sounds of Patriotism roaring across the land. To see Americans from coast to coast, boarder to boarder standing together, waving flags and singing 'God Bless America.' Children across the nation reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in school. Next thing you know the phrase 'God Bless America' will also show up on school property. Ooops, it already has.
And speaking of God, I guess all those folks lighting candles and filling churches to overflowing really mystified you. You were sure that He had been replaced by human secularism.
Say! What about those polls, 90-92% support for President Bush! I know that had to hurt. And what about the appearance of the Grand Dame of Socialism at the Concert For NYC. Wasn't that a shocker.... booed her right off the stage!
Old Glory doesn't mind that you have a different opinion. I hope that you don't mind that by definition that means there are those that disagree with you.
The world did indeed change on September 11th. Enjoy.
© 2001, John Galt