When I left the United States in the late 1980s, the POW thingy was something that I associated with Chuck Norris movies and exploitive hucksters. But now whenever I go back to visit my family, I notice these things all over the place in front of courthouses, in parks, wherever.
It pisses me off, because it seems so saccharine-stupid, so full of fake patriotism. It reeks of those who still think we shouldn’t have stopped feeding the meat grinder known as the Vietnam War. After all, who are the POW’s from the wars after that? And what pisses me off even more is that no politician has the guts to state that the emperor has no clothes. So here my little rant, and my statement: the emperor has no clothes. The POW-MIA flag is an empty platitude, and has outworn its welcome that I never gave it.