Our flag is a piece of cloth, most probably made in some other country, as was the thread, and the die that colors her red, white, and blue.
Our flag represents an idea, a philosophy of freedom, a government of free people, for free people, and by free people.
The flag is a piece of cloth, one that shows people where the truth can be found.
Our flag is a piece of cloth who's ideals have never let us down.
Our flag is just a piece of cloth, a piece of cloth that wraps her children who have given their lives to the belief that all men are created equal.
Our flag, that piece of cloth, has been folded neatly, and handed to mothers, and wives, of our fallen brothers and sisters.
Our flag was born out of protest, protesting a king that taxed, stole from, and jailed the people from his new world colonies.
The very idea of freedom, of liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, this piece of cloth we call our flag, our "Old Glory", hangs on the very pole of protest, and proudly waves in the faces of those who would limit our liberties.
And we Americans should settle for no less.
She's one kick ass flag! She has been beaten up, spit on, burned, trampled, muddied, shot at, and shredded, yet she still waves defiantly in the proud spirit of protest, ready for the next challenge.
Yeah... She's one "kicked assed" piece of cloth that wouldn't mean half as much as she would without the freedom to protest.
Campy Out!
