My thoughts are still on the American flag due to an earlier post by a friend. The national flag of the United States of America, often referred to as the American flag, consists of thirteen equal horizontal stripes of red (top and bottom) alternating with white, with a blue rectangle in the canton (referred to specifically as the union) bearing fifty small, white, five-pointed stars arranged in nine offset horizontal rows of six stars (top and bottom) alternating with rows of five stars. The 50 stars on the flag represent the 50 states of the United States of America and the 13 stripes represent the thirteen British colonies that declared independence from the Kingdom of Great Britain and became the first states in the Union.[1] Nicknames for the flag include the Stars and Stripes, Old Glory,[2] and The Star-Spangled Banner. I am reminded of the words of Johnny Sea: The other day I heard someone say, You know, America is in real trouble. Its true. Old Glory has never fallen so close to the earth . Our embassies are being stoned. Our diplomats are often in fear for their lives. And were involved in a half-dozen nameless, winless conflicts spilling American blood on foreign soil. Our young men are dying for ideals that dont seem to mean too much to Americans anymore. The truth is Americas real trouble doesnt lie in the rice paddies of Vietnam, in the masses of Red China, or in the diabolical intrigues to the south of us. The real trouble lies in the playgrounds of St. Louis, the hillside mansions of San Francisco, and in the slums of Chicago. A disease which is slowly eating away at the heart of America lives in the small southern towns, the fishing villages of New England, and in the hot dusty streets of the midwest. This is the age of the American cynic. The year of the unbeliever. The day of doubt. Weve killed all the sacred cows and destroyed all the images. And theres nothing left to respect. Old fashioned love of God, country, and family is passe. We stare at our shoelaces when they play the national anthem. We wouldnt want to be seen at a political rally or a town hall meeting. And we dont want to be caught with our eyes closed during public prayers. Weve decided the only way to get into public office is to buy it. Our heroes are the fast guys who get away with things. Patriotism, the old hand-over-the-heart, flag-waving singing patriotism has been condemned. Think about this. Patriotism. When you tear away the fancy phrases and crepe paper, its plain and simple pride. Its a new car-prettier girl-bigger house sort of pride in country. Somewhere along the way weve lost it. Our form of government is the same. We still say America stands for the same things. But next time youre at a party, ask someone to sing American the Beautiful, and see what happens. The basic ideals and structure of America havent changed. We have. You and me. Our enemies know it. Theyve seen the newsreels of the discontented marching around the capitol. Theyve distorted and blown up our mistakes. Theyve been putting steel wedges in the cracks in our wall of solidarity. The new idea is: Dont attack America; wear it down gradually; itll eventually fall under the weight of its own corruption. And did you know, its working? This sneering complacency, once stamped out by the bloody feet of a tattered Continental Army in 1776, once drowned beneath the keel of the U.S.S. Arizona in Pearl Harbor Bay, has risen again. This deadly Let George do it attitude lights the way for the Viet Cong in the swampy jungles of Vietnam. This Better red than dead cancer is more feared by the American soldier than all the communist mortar shells. It kills the vitality and spirit of America. Democracy is a frail and fragile instrument. Made of hope, prayer, and Yankee ingenuity. It is held together by a fourth-of-July flag-waving patriotism. And weve almost exhausted our supply of it. Try this test. Lift your eyes to a flag, then sing out as loud as you can that old out-worn antiquated freedom hymn you learned so many years ago: For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain America America God shed His grace on thee Now if you feel a little pride welling up inside of you, if you feel a little mist in your eye, then, thank God for you, mister, youre still an American! https://youtube/watch?v=s7tdO-j_i0o
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 18:41:04 +0000
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