Eight short years ago today while I was traveling south on 169 just about to 394 I had an epiphany. As I was slowing for the people merging in front of me a car racing by on my left slammed on his brakes and somehow cut in front of me and proceeded to exit onto eastbound 394 without hitting or killing anybody. What struck me odd was the two American flags waving from his back windows and his assortment of bumper stickers on his rear window telling me "United We Stand" or "God Bless America" and "We Will Never Forget". As I looked over at Captain America he surprised me again. He gave me the finger and said "fuck you asshole", at least that's what I thought he said as I am no lip reader, just a mere truck driver. In a split second of time I thought to myself, yes, yes, fuck me. Thank you Mr. Patriotic American, you are correct. Thank you for pointing out how un American I am. Then I did something very surprising to myself. I saluted him. I saluted him with all five fingers. I snapped off probably one of the best salutes I ever have, and I was proud of it. Although it was a slight consolation of finding out just how unpatriotic I was.
I should probably mention that this man who dearly loved his country so much in a time of need was driving a Lexus. A car built in Tahara, Japan, who happens to be the last group of people who had the balls to attack us Americans on our own soil on Hawaii in December of 41 and then Alaska about six months later. I wonder what the slogan after that was? Hmmm?
Lest we forget and forget and forget again and again and again.
(Can you find what's wrong here?)