I hang a United States flag outside my house most days. (When the wind is under 40 MPH in Wyoming, when it’s higher than that it will bend the pole. It’s happened before.)
But most days, it becomes a “burrito flag” within hours:
I go outside several times a day and un-burrito it:
We had a flag up in California the last few months there, but someone stole it off our house. (Probably to perform some Satanic ritual with it, or to disgrace it in some way and call it “art.”)
We are patriotic. Not in a “my country, right or wrong” way. More in a “love it or leave it” way. I don’t trust my government, but I love my country.
And I love Johnny Cash. I’m listening to him right now. Seems to fit somehow.
We are just loving every moment in Wyoming. It’s what we always wanted but just didn’t know it existed. Here are some photos:
DJ happy:
Below: on the left is the Dick Cheney Federal building. To its right is the William Jefferson Clinton post office. (Do you think they fight when no one’s looking? Or….if you’re a NWO conspiracy theorist, do you think they drink blood and sacrifice virgins together?)
DJ happy downtown:
Me happy downtown, with a gun on my hip under my coat, in front of some REAL public art:
More Wyoming public art:
(Compare to some California public “art”):
Meanwhile, back in AMERICA, downtown Casper:
Our favorite museum, Fort Caspar:
Inside Fort Caspar:
Back home….Fuzzy get your gun!:
Daddy get your gun!:
Babydoll happy with Peanut:
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