You guys know I'm a patriot.
I love America!
I'm a veteran.
I work for the Fed.
The Fourth of July and all it's festivities are my favorite time of year.
I bleed Red, White, and Blue.
It's true. Cut me and just watch all the little Stars and Stripes come tumbling out.
That was not an offer, by the way. If you try to cut me, I will kill you.
But seriously, I'm a die hard American.
My mom was even born on the Fourth of July!
And not in a Hippy-Tom-Cruise-in-a-wheelchair way.
But patriotism is literally in my genes.
And in my jeans.
I keep a little flag in there to raise on my pole.
I mean a BIG flag.
About the flag part. Not the big part. **wink**
What was I saying?
Oh yeah, patriotism.
But sometimes, we take it so far in this country, we screw it up.
The other day, while in the car, I hear the National Anthem on the radio.
It's not sunrise or sunset.
That's when you test the fire/tornado siren. NOT when you play the Anthem.
I'm thinking its the station signing off cause its the end of the world, and then kick myself for not watching more local news.
And we've all been brainwashed on what to do when we hear the Anthem, right?
Take our hats off.
Put our hands over our hearts.
Face the flag.
If you're in military uniform, you salute.
If you're an Olympian, you attempt to lip sync the words in front of billions of people, only to eff it up royally.
And what am I supposed to do here?
I'm driving in a car.
I instinctively/reflexively try to standup, only to concuss myself on the roof.
Do I pull over, get out, and stand by the car until its over?
Can I just pretend I'm listening to a different station? Nobody else will know.
Instead, I place my hand over my heart and sing along.
While plotting the nasty letter I will send to the station later.