Enough w/ fucking "Gawd Bless America" during the seventh-inning stretch, already. As we would sooner drown in our own vomit than listen to another regurgitation of the epic of mawk, we had the audio well muted the instant some 10 yr.-old in an American flag shirt (Show some fucking respect, two-faced flag fetishists! There's a whole code that says don't make the flag into shirts, bikinis & the like.) showed up to wail at Dodger Stadium, but the flat screen told a grim story of some players holding their caps over their chests, & youth in the crowd w/ hands over hearts. This is NOT the fucking horrid National Bombs & Rockets Anthem, morons, you don't have to stand up or salute or anything.
We are reminded of The Committee's closing skit (not available on the web, it seems) in which someone who doesn't stand up for the Bloody Star Spangled Banner is poked & prodded to stand up & put his hand where it must be. He remains seated, & as the national anthem plays on, the urging him to stand escalates until he is thrashed w/in an inch of his life by the patriots for his refusal to conform. It can & will happen here, if it hasn't already.
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