This is the sign for a store in South Carolina on the highway up to Asheville, NC. I was honestly too afraid to take pictures inside, lest someone sense my shock & disapproval and whistle for the militia which I’m sure bunks within earshot of that place. Inside was every conceivable household item plastered with a Confederate flag from bikinis to bedspreads. ~i can’t name the number of students in the last five years who wanted to write persuasive essays in favor of the confederate flag. the thesis sentence for this masterpiece always included the phrase, “it’s heritage. not hate.” imagine trying to explain why bumper-sticker propaganda can’t be the basis for a persuasive essay~
It was only eight years ago that they took the flag down from the top of the state capitol dome in South Carolina. I’m all for free speech. Display whatever you want on your truck, t-shirt, house, or bedspread ~or even on your boobs~ but understand that MY free speech rights allow me, and decency compels me, to speak my mind by pointing you out and mocking you if you wear something that makes you look like an asshole. Democracy in action, o my brothers. But the STATE CAPITOL is the place where everyone in the state is supposed to be able to go for a fair shake. And since when do the LOSERS of a war get to fly their flag over governmental buildings?
Something is fundamentally wrong with this place.
Taylor,
who is waiting for a ticket to ride*
*Read Jose Vilson’s Howl if You Hear Me poetry meme!
I'm Taylor. This is my classroom. There used to be a "real" teacher behind this blog, but she nagged me all the time about not saying this and not saying that. ~all she ever did was type anyway, since my fingers are stuck together~ So I've taken over.
Yes, I'm an imitation Barbie knock-off doll. What of it? Barbie's got nothing on me! Let me take you to school.
I’ve never missed noticing this place on my yearly trip to Greenville for a rugby match.
Screw it…ignorant people have to spend money too.
Did you ever go inside? It’s CRAZZY.
I can honestly say a yankee(’scuse me, a DAMN yankee!) Y’all aren’t right down there.
Hey, don’t put that shit on me. Besides, Yankees are pretty weird, you gotta admit.
‘Y’all’ is a perfectly valid contraction of you all, by the way. The spelling is important.
I’m just being silly. I have a birthday coming up. And it’s summer.
I resent that. “Yankees are pretty weird.”
When’s your b-day? My uncle–lives in Michigan–wears a Confederate belt buckle. I think it’s funny. He always stops at that store by the way when he comes to visit.
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“LOSERS”. That is classic!
As far as Yankees go I always hated baseball myself.
Be careful, or you’ll raise the ire of the great and powerful jose!
j/k