Elmer Fudd is a patriot. At least he thinks he is.
When he moved into the house next door, the engine of his pickup truck had barely cooled before he began to put up a flagpole in the front yard.
He wore a camouflage suit and a matching baseball cap and had a handgun strapped to his thigh in case he had to defend himself from one of the neighborhood kids tooling around on their bicycles.
He dug the hole himself and wielded his shovel like a weapon.
The flag now flies 24 hours a day rain and shine. Today it hangs limply in a wind driven rainstorm.
Apparently Elmer never learned the rules about paying proper respect to the flag. That would take effort.
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