It is only in America today that the American flag can be seen as somehow representing the ever-growing divide in our country.
Should flying the flag be a symbol to put America first? Isn’t flying the flag a demonstration of patriotism?
Well, some New York Times opinion writers dismissed the idea that maybe it was time to retire Old Glory and sought ideas for a flag overhaul.
“This essay is part of ‘Snap Out of it, America!’, Exploring bold ideas to revitalize and renew the American experience,” wrote the authors of The Times.
Yes, the redesigns are about as gruesome as you can imagine, ranging from a mishmash compilation of other flags including “Black Lives Matter” and “Don’t Tread on Me” to a fuschia banner. blurry to a faded gray monochrome number with barely visible stars.
I would like to joke, because now national unity divides.
Think about it.
Speaking of jokes
OK, I can do the math to calculate the average number of citizens per rep that our Hamilton County Commissioners are considering as they redraw the district boundaries and consider increasing the number of Commissioners from nine to 11.
When business grows, so do staffing needs, I guess. That said, as tax bills are mailed all over our county, it is nearly impossible for me to imagine a question – any question – to which the solution is “over elected.”
Because more government does not guarantee better government.
I’ve attended enough county committee meetings to know that unless there is a school-centric budget conversation, there are always plenty of places available Wednesday morning around 9:30 a.m.
And that will continue to be true whether we have nine or 11 county commissioners with an average of over 39,000 electors or over 42,000 in their district.
Among Lewis Grizzard’s many famous skits was the Church Revival in which the preacher encouraged members to confess their sins.
When matters get too big the preacher just adds, “Don’t think I said that, brother.”
Well, in the hubbub of the recent Powerball cartoon that hit nearly $ 700 million earlier this week, a Louisiana man shared with a reporter what he would do with the nine-figure manna.
“I will definitely get a new supercharged Mustang with dual exhaust,” Powerball player from convenience store identified as James told KSLA reporter, “and about 5 kilos of cocaine.
“And I’ll be ready to go.”
Don’t think I would have told that one, Brother James.
Apparently Heaven needed an angel letter writer, so they took one of ours last month.
Emily (Lenoir) Blackwell died on September 16 in Chicago after spending most of her adult life in and around Los Angeles. She was 88 and moved west after graduating in 1951 from Central High School and later from the University of Chattanooga.
She was a mother and grandmother, wife and painter, as well as an office secretary in a college.
She also has a life story that lets us know that she was one of God’s gifts.
In the 1980s, Emily volunteered as an anonymous correspondent with terminally ill children, sending letters and notes and even gifts to children and families.
She always signed the anonymous letters of a stamped red ladybug.
His ashes were scattered late last month in Lake Michigan.
His generous and benevolent spirit, however, was certainly much larger than this body of water.
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