Begin rant. (you’ve been warned)
So I’m a veteran working on Memorial Day. I’m not complaining, since this isn’t my holiday (as evidenced by the fact that I’m still alive. My holiday is November 11, and I’ll probably be working then, too.) And I’m taking next Monday off (thanks to having a good boss).
But while driving home for lunch today, I couldn’t help but notice all the flags adorning people’s driveways. And I couldn’t help but notice all the Facebook and Twitter chatter about “It’s not just a three-day weekend”, and “when you go to the beach, remember that somebody died at the beach”, and posting pictures of kids hugging some soldier’s tombstone.
I just wonder how many of these people who post these kind of “America–F—Yeah!!!” messages actually do one goddamn thing to support their country, their veterans, the widows and orpahs, or, for that matter, even do a single thing in memory of those who served and died. And more often than not, most of the people tweeting pictures of flag-draped caskets are on their way to somebodys else’s backyard BBQ or the pool or something. Yet they seem to feel like retweeting this picture somehow makes them a good American. Somehow holier than the run-of-the-mill partygoer who gets an extra day to recover from a hangover.
Hey asshole–posting a picture of an American Flag on your Facebook account doesn’t make you a patriot. It makes you a douchebag. Either enlist or just let the rest of us enjoy our three-day weekend without your holier-than-thou jingoist attitude. We don’t want to think about dead soldiers while spending time with our kids.
And before you come back with “You’re not a patriot, Greenie”–remember that I actually served in the military, unlike 90% of all the dick-lickers bleeding red-white-and-blue all over their Budweisers.
End rant. (Sorry. Just had to get that out there.)