i have always treated the flag with respect, except on a single occasion when it was time to dispose of mine. i felt that nutcases and psychopaths had been attacking the country for too long (george bush for one,) and that there wasn't anything left that the flag could stand for. i threw it away, which is not the proper way to dispose of it, but i felt all the meaning had been sucked out anyway.
that's what i think of america: an ideal that no one ever lived up to, but always worth striving towards, that obviously no one here cares about anyway. the ultimate way to express freedom is to bow to a fascist leader, the ultimate way to express love is to bomb other countries, and the ultimate way to be american(tm) is to have sex with a stripey piece of cloth. it was nice knowing you, america. i always loved you, but my best just wasn't ever good enough. i'll just find someone else, who isn't a crazy ****ing bitch.