Blake Hall
Since the tragedy in Charleston, conversations everywhere are being derailed by the Confederate Flag. Is it racist? Is it a hallowed piece of American history? Both sides of the court are extremely vocal, and the debate has produced a torrent of doom-saying and panic.
For example, check out this Facebook post found on Walmart’s public page.
In the middle of a controversy as polarizing as this, it’s easy to lose sight of what really matters. Thankfully, one individual has been able to use their good sense of humor to put this whole conundrum in perspective.
The screen cap is a little blurry, so please enjoy the entire takedown in beautiful clarity below:
“I think we both know where it ends, [NAME]. Your home in ashes, your starving children strewn about you half-dead and sobbing, packs of vicious wild dogs roaming the streets of once-happy American suburbs feeding off the weak, the cities burning on the horizon and the ground rumbling underfoot from the Chinese tanks out enforcing the new government’s mandatory curfew.
And always, through the din of screams and smoke and jackboots marching in unison, above it all you hear Obama laughing. It’s been three weeks since you’ve had anything but pages torn from the family bible to eat. Your feet ache; your shoes have long ago been stolen by roving gangs of armed minorities and the tattered strips of the American flag you’ve bound them in do little to stop the cold, let alone the blisters. Your wife is a man now and all your guns have gotten gay married.
With your last, dying breath, you raise a defiant glance to the darkened patch of sky where the sun should be were it not blocked by looming mushroom clouds and woefully bemoan ,’If only Walmart hadn’t stopped selling confederate flags, none of this would have happened… ‘ I wish I could say it wasn’t too late. I wish I could say that, [NAME].”
Thanks for the bucket of cold water, Luke. We all needed it.