Labor Day is funny to me because nobody really knows what it’s celebrating. It isn’t all that well-defined, or if it is, its definition is even less accurately known than that of Memorial Day. Is it the working person most generally? Is it the gains of labor unions a century ago? Is it soldiers again? Can we make this about soldiers? Is there a way to say that a liberal politician not eating a hamburger today hates the troops? We’re gonna try, aren’t we. Tune in tonight, everybody.
Anyway, the flag thing always confuses me a little. I mean, yeah, this is an American holiday, the worker is a crucial part of America, but I don’t see flags on MLK Day and civil rights are a pretty darn big deal in America too (since, you know, civil rights means Constitutional rights and whatnot).
I feel like what’s really happening here is that people see “long weekend” and “summer” with their brains and say, “Welp, gotta eat a hot dog and drink a domestic light beer and put the flag out. That’s America.” And that isn’t bad or anything, but the reflexive reaction to flags cracks me up. Long weekend? Sun out? Break out that red, white, and blue, folks. Make your yard an Anheuser-Busch advertisement.
