Posts Tagged 'american flag at half mast'


One reason the removal of the First Confederate Flag from Pensacola’s Five Flags displays hits me so hard, personally, is that I have been living near one of these displays since 1998.

For the last month, the British Flag has been missing from this display (located at the Osceola Municipal Golf Course).  And of course the State Flag of Florida has remained where the First Confederate Flag should be.

Then in the last few days, the United States Flag (American Flag) has flown at half mast in this display–to show solidarity with France, in the wake of the ungodly terrorist attacks there.  But this has been awkward–because the other flags in the display have still flown at full mast.

Finally, this morning, they’ve got it right:

All the flags in this particular Five Flags display have been removed, except the American Flag–which remains at half mast.

And I wish they would just keep it this way.

I had intended to fly the American Flag on the Fourth of July this year–but there was no way I could fly this flag at half mast from my house.  And I wouldn’t have flown it any other way.

Just a few weeks before, the Mayor of Pensacola and the Escambia County Commission had committed an act of government censorship, as well as an indirect violation of freedom of speech, in replacing the First Confederate Flag in the displays of the Five Flags of Pensacola’s history and heritage with the State Flag of Florida (an insult to the intelligence of Pensacola residents because Florida was never a nation, and because the State of Florida participated in the slavery of African Americans–along with Spain, France, Britain, and the United States–before the Confederate States of America even existed)…


The U.S. Supreme Court (by one vote) forced the legalization of same-sex marriage on the United States–thereby forcing a redefinition of marriage on an entire nation, and permanently violating the rights of the States themselves (specifically the residents of the States).

So I didn’t fly the American Flag on the Fourth of July because it was supposed to be a time of celebration–and I damned sure didn’t feel like celebrating–and I couldn’t fly the American Flag at half mast because I didn’t have a flag pole.

I did fly my American Flag on Veterans’ Day–not to celebrate anything, but to show consideration for veterans ( specifically, acknowledgement of their service).

Years ago, as these mass shootings began increasing, and I began seeing the American Flag displayed at half mast every time one of them occurred, I began thinking perhaps we should fly the American Flag at half mast permanently.

And perhaps we should.

Perhaps the American Flag should remain at half mast this time–to mourn the destruction of a nation at the hands of itself–until or unless we, the people of the United States of America, start taking our country back; until or unless we awaken from our ignorance, apathy, and complacency; until or unless we put away our Digital-Age pacifiers (mobile devices), and start communicating face-to-face with our fellow Americans again; until or unless we stop boasting about how much we love America–and start showing how much we love America by truly caring about America, and taking personal responsibility for America’s future.

Only then can we fly the American Flag at full mast, with a clear conscience.


Another one?  Yes, another one!  I didn’t find out about the shooting in Colorado till tonight, at the Japanese restaurant where I ate with the Singletons.  Hibachi grill–quite enjoyable.  Anyway, upon leaving, I noticed the American flag at half-mast next to a credit union office.  And I remember thinking, ‘Well they might as well leave it at half-mast every day, the way this country’s going to hell.’ 

We see so much violence, worldwide, that we become desensitized to it.  The only time a catastrophe occurred which really affected me personally was the 1993 wreck of the Amtrak Sunset Limited train, because it was so close to Mobile, Alabama–where I lived.  That’s the only time I ever really thought about my inevitable death, after a catastrophe–not even the 9/11 attacks moved me that way.  The closer something happens, the more we are affected by it. 

I drank my Irish coffee from one of two handmade clay cups tonight.  I bought the cups last year at an antique store.  See I wanted to buy a cup that could hold 16 oz. of liquid that was not made in China.  It wasn’t just for patriotic reasons–it was because so much stuff from China had lead in it (as it still does).  I couldn’t even find such a cup in a thrift store.  And even in the antique stores, most of the cups were made in China.  But I finally came upon a set of clay cups handcrafted locally.  And I only paid $6.00 for them.  While in the antique store, I noticed a very old photograph of an exquisitely beautiful woman.  This was an antique mall (individual booths were set up for different sellers who were not present), so the cashier couldn’t tell me anything about the picture, who the woman was, etc.  (just as she couldn’t tell me who had actually made the initial-hand-engraved cups).  But I couldn’t help myself.  The woman was posed in a silhouette, she had dark eyes and dark hair–and a receding chin (like that of Shelley Long, which I find very attractive, for some reason).  She was also wearing pearls and 1920’s style clothing, as well as her hair in a bun.  And the photograph cost $32.00–but I had to have it.  Now it hangs in my office (once the dining room of this house).  I tried copying the picture on my printer, but the frame made it too difficult to get a clear view.  And I’m not about to remove the frame, the photograph is just too precious. 

I was thinking earlier of the Gundestrup Cauldron, for some reason.  I don’t know if the above photograph is of the actual object, or a reproduction of it–couldn’t get the site for it to come up.  You can learn more about this object here:

Many years ago, I came across a book entitled The Celts.  This book was written by Gerhard Herm.  And it is absolutely fascinating.  In this book I learned how my Celtic ancestors lived before being converted to Christianity.  I was disturbed on the first reading.  Tales of head-hunting and (sometimes) human sacrifice.  But over the years, it has come to make more sense to me.  Like every other pre-Christian culture on earth, that of the Celts was not one of wanton violence.  Everything was in somber observance of sincere belief. 

Indeed, of the major religions of the world today, Christianity has the bloodiest record, by far–which is even further evidence that Jesus had absolutely nothing to do with it.  In fact, I consider the emergence of Christianity to be the worst development in human history.  To learn more about the true history of Christianity, I highly recommend these two books: Jesus: A Life, by A.N. Wilson, and The Lost Gospel: The Book of Q and Christian Origins, by Burton Mack. 

Christianity is the only major religion I despise, for this reason:  It is the only major religion that accepts no other religion as legitimate.  In other words, Christian doctrine maintains that anyone who is not Christian will go to Hell.  Islam accepts Judaism and Christianity as legitimate religions.  Judaism accepts Islam and Christianity as legitimate religions.  And the Eastern Religions (Buddhism, Hinduism, et al) accept all other religions as legitimate religions.  It is only Christianity that contains what I call the Doctrine of Bigotry.  To truly understand Christianity, one must read books, not biased against Christianity, yet not biased for it either.  And the aforementioned two books are of such content.

But enough of the drunken philospher’s philosophy.  This week’s wonderwoman is Laura Elena Harring.