I understand the significance of the POW/MIA flags, and I don’t see anything at all wrong with displaying them. This, however, is just wrong.

1. You do not display the flag of the United States of America, dumbass. If you’re going to have one to show your support for those who fought for this country, blow the seven bucks at Wal-Mart to get the other flag. (P.S. It displays higher than the POW/MIA.)

2. If you are going to display a flag to honour someone, for Christ’s sake, make it look good, or at least decent. Hanging displays are fine, but whatever that thing is upon which the flag is hanging, it’s not meant for displaying a flag. Not only that, but it’s ugly, rusted, has one satellite dish mounted on it and another right in front of it. It used to have three clotheslines on it as well, but the Millers took those off because they were rusted and unused, and mounted about neck level for an average adult male (or a tall-ish woman who sometimes cuts across the back to go to the strip mall). This is not a place to proudly show one’s support for war heroes, it’s an insult. The multiple layers of ratty, weathered duct tape are particularly flattering, I think.

3. Handcuffs are just that–handcuffs, not flag-hangers. I know what point you were trying to make, but this is a nice, residential neighborhood, not a fucking trailer park. Not that one could tell from the yard sale you’ve got on your front porch, but, whatever–that’s a whole ‘nother story. To make matters even worse, you’ve used two different colours of handcuffs. What’s that supposed to be–some sort of multi-racial support?

4. There are no fences between our houses and they’re probably not fifteen feet apart. Unless I want to live without daylight and keep my bedroom blinds closed all day, I have no choice but to look at this thing because IT’S SIX FEET FROM MY FUCKING WINDOW, YOU WHITE TRASH MORON!

View from the back of the house. Yup, it’s facing backward, can’t read the words forward from the street, only from the back yards of this house, that one and one more. Might glimpse it if you stood in the alley down by the skinny freak-boy’s house and squinted, but maybe not…and I’m not going near that guy’s place lest he decide again that we should have a conversation.

Here’s the view from the street. Maybe he’s hoping that everyone’s got a mirror in the car? Amazing view of the satellite dishes, too!

For fuck’s sake, why doesn’t this guy take his trailer trash family and friends and go LIVE SOMEWHERE I’M NOT!?