Guest Post by Hardscrabble Farmer
I was having a conversation with a neighbor who, until recently, flew a tattered and sun-bleached Ukrainian flag proudly in front his house. I don’t recall ever seeing an American flag flying from his porch, but then they’re becoming a rare sight these days unless it’s at half-mast above the post office due to an illegal immigrant running down a sidewalk full of other illegal immigrants not far from our previous border with Mexico, but I digress. I inquired as to what happened to his flag and he just grumbled about a lack of commitment and went back indoors with a sour look on his face.
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