The Confederate flag means nothing to most people other than maybe a dipstick or two eating Van Camp’s baked beans out of a can with a plastic spoon and squeeze cheese on a saltine while sitting with two guys in a pickup truck and listening to some country fuck sing a song about Merica  while the three geniuses argue about whose fart stinks worse.

It was yours.

No, yours.

Someone pull Donald Trump’s finger.

Well, give him a chance to take it out of his ass first.