Do you love to wave the flag of whatever you support, love or enjoy?
Or are you a private person who would rather keep your support on the inside?
Or do you go all out to paint your face?
Example of face painter.
I’m not a flag waver/pin wearer. Never have been, never will be. The last time I painted my face, was to be a cat (for Halloween.)
Lemme think. I have soccer jerseys for:
France (wearing right now), Spain, Real Madrid, Barcelona, Everton, and the Philadelphia Ukranians.
I am a fair weather fan.
does corpse paint count?
im a real pretty boi in black and white
not sure ill ever be able to find the pics tho…as that puter dieded
guess ill have to do it again to see if i stood the test of time.
sides from that tho…. i am not a flagwaver or facepainter
i do not support my country or the monarchy and i sure as fuck dont support our footie team..useless fuckers
i’ll make an exception for the womens team tho….they know what they are doing
Any local teams? Ajax or Sparta or whoever?
nope..kid me was a psv fan
family tradition says i should support ado den haag
i dont really give a flying fuck
its just a bunch of overpaid whiney cry babies who should have gone in to acting kicking a ball….
There’s a flag for the city of St Louis that I really like visually and would hang outside. Except that my flag holder is on a deck post that would end up blocking most of the view from my living room window and I don’t want that.
In our Museum of Curiosities, aka our apartment, we have a small, very old (it only has 37 stars or something*; it is very old) and tattered, cloth American flag framed and behind glass. It’s right by the door, so it’s like our non-Jewish mezuzah. As I understand it, a mezuzah for Jews reminds them to be good Jews. That little flag reminds me to be a good American and not give up in disgust EVERY FUCKING DAY because sometimes I think the country is completely irredeemable.
I went to a Halloween party once where a gay male couple showed up wearing full-on football outfits, shoulder pads, helmets, the whole thing. I asked them, “Where did you get those? Do you rent them or something?” No, they owned them, because it was their little bedroom fetish and they turned each other on this way. Needless to say, after some further polite chit-chat, I RAN over to Better Half, who conveniently was alone at the bar mixing a drink, and reported this intel.
“Oh, Mattie, don’t be such a prude. I think you look pretty good in your 20-year-old boxer shorts or your college-era T-shirts. To each his own. Here, take this, it’s a strong gin and tonic, I’ll make myself another one.”
* Every star on the flag represents a state, so if the flag has 37 stars it means there were only 37 states at the time.
I wear my University of Hawaii stuff whenever their teams come to town or if I’m going to some island themed events. I wear my kids college apparel too when going to see them in their towns. All Hawaiian expats fly our flag on our decks in the summer.
It helps that Hawaii has a good state flag. A lot of states have flags that are basically the state shield of a farmer shaking hands with a lumberjack under a mackerel with a slogan underneath saying something like We Seek Industry And Clean Living And Vigilant Temperance Under God In Service Of Prudent Devotion.
True but you would be surprised how many people have no idea that it is a Hawaiian flag & not a foreign country.
Hey now! Missouri’s state flag has the state seal on it, which is 2 grizzly bears around some random coat of arms.
I’d like to remind everyone that grizzly bears are not native to Missouri. Not now, not 200 years ago.
I wear my alma mater T-shirts because I’m a proud mediocre graduate of the school
Strangely, only coworkers ask if I went there. Management…I discovered was less curious or more oblivious.
The Hawaiian flag is a lovely flag!
Did I ever tell you all about my first venture outside NYC post-9/11? It was Thanksgiving, and I went to visit my family. It was nice to get out of New York, finally, because the recovery efforts were still going on at the time and I lived downtown.
Well, where I went there were American flags everywhere. American flag decals on cars and “Never Forget” bumper stickers and tributes to NYC firefighters, who were not from the area, homemade placards that said things like “We will never forget your sacrifice.”
I thought this was very weird, because by Thanksgiving the city had more or less moved on and the initial wave of American flags everywhere had disappeared. The day I arrived my siblings and I assembled for a welcoming lunch at a restaurant and every third song on the ambient music playlist was vaguely patriotic.
The highlight, or lowlight, was just as our lunch arrived the music was turned up and out came blasting Kate Smith’s version of “God Bless America.” EVERYONE in the dining room stood, hands on hearts, and sang along. I thought, “I live in downtown Manhattan and we don’t do this. It’s a nice gesture, I guess.” So I did it.
Not as bad as a friend of mine who attended her high school reunion that same Thanksgiving long weekend, in a different state. She was greeted and fawned over as if she had survived the bombing of Hiroshima. “I live near the UN and my husband works nearby and our kids go to school on the Upper East Side. If you know the geography of Manhattan…”
Perfect. Let me counter this with one of the best singers from any Presidential administration, John Ashcroft, who was the Attorney General of the United States during this difficult period:
On behalf of Missouri, I’m sorry for John Ashcroft.
We vomited out Donald Trump and it would be tough to beat that.
I certainly wish Biden at least a few more years of life and good health, but even I would relish the thought of Trump losing to a candidate who was deceased.
I never understood that myself especially when NYC was considered where Satan lived.
For example…
It was, very briefly, embraced by the nation. At the time we had Giuliani for Mayor and Pataki for Governor, I don’t know if you ever saw this or remember this, but Giuliani was giving daily press conferences in a calm, cool, professional manner. That’s why even today some people refer to him as America’s Mayor. He was amazing. More than once he instructed us to not take our rage and grief out on our Muslim neighbors, for example, and we really didn’t, as far as I can remember. I think there were a couple of incidents, one including a Sikh from Bangladesh who was wearing a turban, a taxi driver, but that’s just New Yorkers being idiotic. Sikhs are not Muslims and are often persecuted by Muslims.
That was over with by Christmas, 2001, probably. Then we reverted to what we truly are, in the American imagination, a cesspool of foreigners and Communists. That would have come as a surprise to Mayor Giuliani and his successor, Mayor Bloomberg, and to me quite frankly, since on my father’s side my family predates almost all Americans except for the indigenous descendants. Oh yes, I keep voting for Bernie Sanders, which is futile and like rooting for the Mets or the Jays, but Bernie Sanders would barely pass as a Social Democrat in Europe, and he’s certainly not calling for collective control of the means of production.
https://web.archive.org/web/20010928230646fw_/http://www.theonion.com/onion3734/woman_bakes_flag_cake.html
Do not laugh at fictional Christine Pearson of Topeka, KS, because every Fourth of July I either make a similar box cake with buttercream frosting and decorate it with blueberries or strawberries, OR I make a trifle with sponge cake and cream and layers of strawberries and blueberries.
As Lee Greenwood so movingly sang, “God Bless the USA”:
It’s so funny but odd to go back to that edition of The Onion.
People still remember Walter Cronkite breaking from his Olympian distance at critical moments like the JFK assassination or the moon landing. And as far as 9/11, people remember that edition of The Onion, or maybe John Stewart’s monologue. But nobody remembers what Wolf Blitzer said, or what the NY Times editorial was.
The establishment press retreated into cliches and tacky safety. Deep down they really didn’t care. And now they wonder why everyone thinks they’re disposable.
Supposedly, one of the most important things that turned the general American populace against the Vietnam War wasn’t the over-pampered Ivy League college students with their draft riots, or the photo of that young naked Vietnamese girl running away from a napalming, but when Walter Cronkite returned from his tour of Vietnam (lots of the Vietnam War was televised, sometimes live; the Pentagon never made that mistake again) and said something like “I have just returned from Vietnam. This is a war that America cannot win.”
Imagine a network TV host saying something like that today. Who would care? Who would believe them? I just had to google who hosts the CBS Evening News. It is someone named Norah O’Donnell. I wouldn’t recognize her if she were sitting beside me right now.