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Far be it from me to deviate from my purpose here of drawing fat girls and pilgrims... but... I been thinking about how the far left and far right (as they have been popularly defined, with no hope of quick and honest unbiased definitions of either) in America today. Despite their superficial differences, they often share an ironically similarly vocalised hatred of their home. Often while failing to provide applicable and/or realistic solutions. New England is where I'll raise my children. One of the competing birthplaces of America. Anyway. The point is... I have always loved the grunge America aesthetic. No matter what political incarnation I might be choking through. No matter how sad and superficial flag culture can be... I still love seeing it. Give me a seedy, sketchy indie gym with a big-ass flag near the lift spot? Yeah buddy. Those tradesmen sweaters with the flag on the arm? Ya love to see it. Still, it remains. I have reasons to love (my understanding) of the flag. From

Be it known to the present, And to all future generations, That the Sons of Liberty in Taunton Fired with a zeal for the preservation of Their rights as men, and as American Englishmen, And prompted by a just resentment of The wrongs and injuries offered to the English colonies in general, and to This Province in particular, Through the unjust claims of A British Parliament and the Machiavelian policy of a British ministry, Have erected this monument or Liberty standard, As a testimony of their fixed resolution To preserve sacred and inviolate Their birthrights and charter rights, And to resist even unto blood All attempts for their subversion or abridgement. Born to be free, we spurn the knaves who dare For us the chains of slavery to prepare; Steadfast in freedom’s cause, we’ll live and die, Unawed by statesmen ; foes to tyranny, But if oppression brings us to our graves, And marks us dead, she ne’er shall mark us slaves.’