No matter how big you want to make something appear …
… slowly the truth will come out …
… and before long everyone will know it …
… and they’ll know it’s not nearly as big as the real thing:
Day: September 28, 2013
The Flaggers’ Big Moment in Historical (and Hysterical) Perspective
After all those expectations … today’s revelation of the Virginia Flaggers’ latest mockery of Confederate heritage reminds me of this 1872 cartoon by Thomas Nast that appeared in Harper’s Weekly. It marked (and mocked) the nomination of B. Gratz Brown as Horace Greeley’s running mat on the Liberal Republican ticket of 1872. In truth, Brown deserved a better fate in terms of his historical reputation, whereas the Flaggers’ fate today befits them.
Eventually the Flaggers will realize that they managed to muff an ideal opportunity to rescue their organization from a record of repeated failure. At that time, I expect Hathaway, Jennings, Isenhour, Jones, and Tripp Lewis as the Beaver will look something like this, as they recall whose should be blamed for this fiasco:
Meanwhile, Elsewhere in Richmond …
… one sees a real flag put up by real Americans who honor their country and what it stands for. No need to hide it in a clearing off an interstate where no one can see it.
The Flaggers got pwned, man. And bad.
All That Fuss … For This?
Really, Virginia Flaggers? REALLY? This is … it?
You must be kidding. What a limp effort.
Of course, we had already identified the site (look for the first overhead image in a post on the subject … where I wanted to show them I was close by posting just south of where the flag went up) and had it confirmed when a Flagger let slip that it was near a VDOT traffic camera (that Flagger attempted to say he was trying to dupe people, but the only person duped appears to have been Connie Chastain, who believed his claim).
This is victory to the Flaggers? Well, I guess after losing to the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, the Museum of the Confederacy, and the city of Lexington, you take what you can get. But this is embarrassing.
A note of caution to drivers on I-95: I wouldn’t go looking for this flag unless you know precisely where it is and can glance over at it for a second. Otherwise, you’ll take your eyes off the road for too long. Don’t risk harm to yourself for the chance to chuckle at this feeble effort to honor Confederate heritage, which serves only to humiliate it.
Crossroads 