I seldom go off on any kind tangent that is deeply flavored with anger on this blog. I often do in the real world, but seldom do on the blog. FB has its own set of peculiarities that causes me to rant over there, albeit very carefully.
A few weeks ago, Memorial Day weekend to be exact, which coincidentally was my anniversary of year #9 in blogging (click here to read the opening salvo heard 'round the corner and down the street), I went surfing through my vast collection of photographs, specifically looking for anything that I could post for Memorial Day. Amongst those pics that I found usable were these three gems:
Now, being the super duper smart readers that I know everyone to be, please take a guess at what two pics were ultimately posted on Facebook. If you guessed left and center, you would be absotively posilutely correct. Plus you would win a Kewpie doll, or a good quality cigar from a good tobacconist, whichever rocks your boat or floats your world.
Now it just so happens that all three pics were taken at the same place in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, during my last real/normal vacation in 2008. I'm into the Civil War, just like my later father was. But, I'm not here to talk about that, I'm here to talk about that pic on the right.
The main reason as to why that pic didn't get posted on Facebook, is directly due to political correctness run nuttier than peanut brittle (apologies to peanut brittle). People often react sans a functioning brain without knowing the full history about the item that they're hyperventilating over. In this case, it happens to be the Stars & Bars battle flag (contrary to popular opinion, it wasn't the flag of the Confederacy).
Taken out of context, which people often do, posting a innocuous photograph of a battle flag will get you labeled all kinds of vicious untrue things. If done online, it can get you the application of the double standard, say like on FB, where your post can/will be pulled, can/get sternly reprimanded, and can/will be put into cyber jail.
Now normally, I don't give a you-know-what about what simple-minded-thin-skinned people think about me. I am what I am, and what you see/hear is what you get. But, sadly, when it comes to FB (who also owns Instagram btw), I have to watch what I do or say. I still need FB more than they really need me, and considering that not only do I have one blog labeled suspicious, but I have a book cover labeled as obscene, it really sucks to have to censor myself.
Thus, the pic on the right was not posted on FB. Instead, it's posted on this blog, for reasonable people like you to discuss amongst yourself about how a symbol or a word, can be hijacked and turned into something bad. In this particular case, the battle flag was part of a reenactment that was performed by some Confederate troops.
Life indeed can be weird, and it can be made depressingly weird by those who have translucent skin and brains to match. Which in turn can make you feel like a hypocrite when you're trying to keep your principles and morals intact.
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