Con Bro Chill is a real but sadly defunct comedy band that didn't always dress like this. It was a special occasion. Their song "Born Free America" came out in 2013 I think. You could parse it out as an illustration of blind patriotism without understanding what American patriotism is all about, but it's better to just enjoy it in all its goofy glory.
Friday, July 04, 2025
An Overdose of American-style Patriotism
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Is that a MAZDA ?
Strictly speaking, you're not supposed to do that, make clothes out of flags. One time when I was in fifth grade, um, 1968, when we lived in Carmichael, my step-brother Craig and I rode our bikes to the Metropolitan Army Nayy surplus store to browse around in its vast dim labyrinthine interior of stuff left over from all the way back to the Korean War. Gas masks, bayonets, radio sets, weird tools, khaki coats, skis (!), just everything. I found a giant U.S. flag for 50 cents, bought it, lugged it home on the handlebars (it weighed about fifteen pounds), and got out the Simplicity patterns to think about making an overalls suit out of it to wear to school. My mother said no. I said, It was just fifty cents; it was my fifty cents. She gave me fifty cents and took the flag away. Aw, man. No fair. Also, that kind of impulse project was how I learned to type on a typewriter, and make go-karts, and everything else. I would have learned to use a sewing machine, and just think where I might be now, on an entirely different road, with that as the fork.
Yeah, I often think I'm the only one in town who knows the flag code. Houses up and down the street have big expensive flags out year-round, in the rain, in the dark, until they look like crap. I put my 2-foot American flag out on appropriate holidays and take it down at dusk. After all, I know what country I live in.
Occasionally, especially when I'm expecting company, I put out all the flags of my family's birthplaces. It looks like a UN display.
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