You'll notice Barack Obama is now wearing a flag pin.No I won't. Displays of crass patriotism are our national stock and trade, so whose bling says what about which nationalism is irrelevant at best. There's plenty of bad news about Barry, whether you're a progressive dreaming of gay marriage in Darfur or a Krauthammer dreaming of animals that can be bred and slaughtered. I popped into the Burlington Coat Factory in downtown Pittsburgh earlier in the week to buy some socks, and they had a special on American flag underwear. If I could've found a pair with a coiled snake and a Don't Tread on Me blazon across the ass, I'd've bought them for my next trip to the bathhouse. The waning days of the Roman Republic at least produced their various and sundry Ciceros; we got Jesse Helms instead. On the positive side, we blew our wad on ugly suburbs and billion-dollar planes that can't fly in a drizzle. Our rise was swifter, and our decline will be as well. We shall leave spectacular ruins, although, unlike the Romans', our roads won't even survive one generation after the sack of Washington.
-Charles Merkwerkdigliebein the Post