PTS Is Killing America

Excerpt from STUFF ACCORDING TO ROCKO

PTS (Painted Turd Syndrome) has become America’s deadliest self-inflicted catastrophic injury. Here’s how it works:

Paint a turd red, white, and blue and an astonishing number of Americans will:

  1. Buy it;
  2. Salute it;
  3. Vote for it;
  4. Worship it.

Promote the painted turd as being pro-this or anti-that, and its legion of fans will ignore all manner of sins, crimes, and other transgressions which violate everything else they claim to value.

It may already be too late to save America, because PTS thrives on ignorance, hypocrisy, and self-righteousness — the very qualities that half of America’s voters have chosen as the nation’s defining characteristics.

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One Reply to “PTS Is Killing America”

  1. On July 4, 2020 I burned an American flag for the first time. I didn’t make a big production of it. Wasn’t seeking to make a public statement. I burned it in my back yard. It felt pretty good because I’ve grown deeply disgusted by this country. The country of my birth.

    My disgust is not new. I’m a female BIPOC (if you’re unfamiliar with this term – look it up) who grew up in this country. I saw lots of flag burning when I was a youngster and I had no problem with that whole freedom of expression thing. It’s our right. I just never happened to burn one myself. But this year it just seemed high time.

    My father and all my uncles fought bravely for this country in WWII, as did many other Black men. They returned to a country that continued to treat them like throw away garbage. Many were lynched. They were barred from taking advantage of programs that their white counterparts received like the GI Bill, and affordable home loans. Programs that helped white veterans get a leg up in society with education and home ownership.

    I hate that putrid flag and its colors. It’s a fabric of hypocrisy. I’m not kidding when I say I won’t even wear a red and white blouse with blue jeans or slacks. I’m not wrapping myself in those colors. They suffocate.

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