About my flag hoist, Independence Day 2021

This year, from the third floor, I flew the US Ensign that had been used in my Father's funeral.  It was a nice big one, desgned to cover a sarcophagus.  From the bedroom windows below flew a Gadsden flag, memorializing the Revolution establishing our independence from the British empire of King George III; the Gonzales flag, memorializing the struggle by Texans to be independent of (actually to secede from) Mexico; and the Confederate Battle Flag, memorializing the effort by the Confederacy to exist unmolested by the central government of the United States by seceding therefrom.  This effort led to a war, started by the North, which the South certainly did not want (and whose consequences led to the rape of the Sioux and the theft of the Black Hills, another story).

To anyone who objects to my daring to display the Confederate Battle Flag, I reply that half of my heritage is Southern, as is most of the heritage of my girl Debbie.  Given that during the war between the states, people to whom we were related fought honoring that flag, and had civilian relatives who were raped and murdered, black or white, by the conscripted (enslaved, read the UCMJ) soldiers of the Union, I assert that I have every bit as much right to memorialize those fine people as does anyone else, regardless of skin color, to memorialize people to whom they might have been related and who lived during the middle years of the 19th century.

The erasure of history and heritage that is stylish in this year of 2021 among the leftists is merely an obnoxious display of fascist totalitarianism (look at the Roman Fasces, Mussolini's symbol for God's sake, flanking Nancy Pelosi's "sacred" podium in our House of Representatives, to gain insight about who the Fascists actually are in this sadly troubled year).  This display must be resisted by anyone who is actually anti-fascist, or we will be forgetting the excellent advice of Rabbi Aaron Zelman, founder of JPFO, who asserted "NEVER AGAIN!"