Eyesore of the Month
Do you have this problem -- you walk
out of the Target store at 4:30 in the afternoon after a day of
shlepping and chaufeurring and. . . you forget what country you're
Where the fuck am I??
Oh, thank God, there's the American
flag. Whew, that's a load off my mind. Now I can drive eleven miles
across the metroplex and pick up the kids at Soccer World.
Actually, I have a theory about the
promiscuous deployment of Old Glory all around the tilt-up utopia
of Parking Lot Nation. A flag is a sort of supernatural totem, meant
to protect the bearer against animadversion and harm. We're trying
to distract ourselves from the spectacle of ugliness and banality
that we've created, and protect our sensibilities against the suspicion
that we have become a land of wicked, self-destructive slobs.
Happy Independence Day.
Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001,
2002, 2003 James Howard Kunstler