NOT IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD!!! DOWN WITH FLAGS! UP WITH CIVILITY!
I am sick of it. I’m a minute from Vomit Town and my neighbor is driving the Uber. I am sick of walking out my front door and being slapped in the face by my neighbor’s politics flying high on a pole like it’s a declaration of war. Sick of the idea that every house now has to double as a campaign office or a propaganda booth. Sick of the smugness that drips off every square inch of those flags, like they’re daring me to say something.
What happened to just being neighbors? To mowing your lawn, grilling a burger, maybe sharing a beer when UGA wins another natty? Now, it’s impossible to even make eye contact without wondering: is this person already judging me because I don’t worship the same suit-n-tie they do?
These flags aren’t innocent. They’re not “just symbols.” They’re giant middle fingers, fluttering 24/7, sending one clear message: I don’t care who you are, I care what side you’re on. And you’re on the wrong side! They’re a constant reminder that people care more about screaming their loyalties into the wind than building a community.
Do you know how exhausting it is to live next to that? Every morning, instead of peace and quiet, I get a political sermon shoved in my face. Every afternoon, instead of seeing homes, I see battle lines. Every night, when the wind picks up, those flags don’t just flap, they mock me.
And for what? Do you think your neighbor suddenly changes their beliefs because you shwunk yours to a pole? Do you think your flowy tantrum wins votes? No. It just kills any chance of trust, any chance of connection, any chance that we can see each other as human beings instead of walking billboards for your WRONG cause.
When it comes down to it, it’s about ego. It’s about needing to shove your identity down everyone else’s throat, even the people who live twenty feet away and just want to get through the day without another reminder that America has become one giant screaming match between Red and Blue!
You want to wave something? Wave when your neighbor drives by. Wave when their kids are out front. That’s the kind of waving that actually means something.
Until then, your flag is a poison in the neighborhood, and we’re all dying for an antidote.
OH! It’s a Buffalo Bills flag? That’s so much worse.
GO FALCONS
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