in which we find out our national seams are rent

It became apparent to me the other day when i was applying a small american flag to my car that there were some serious problems somewhere out there. For one thing, the glue which had been used to affix the flag to the small wooden dowell had become unsticky. Looking closer, i realized the flag had been manufactured in some small third world country. Just what, exactly, is going on? Where does our national heart come from? From the flag that I eventual was able to place on my car with ducktape( the yellow colored variety I bought at a piggledy wiggly store) to the many flags flying on all the other trucks, i realized that we are, in our collective hearts, all third world countries. Waving proudly! Eric Stepman, before leaving Postpoppulp, always mentioned how its better to be a mixed-up mut than to come from a long line of blue-blooded bleeders.But now we are all bleeding, have bled. And we must do what we can to staunch the flow out, and to keep the flow in, from our veins, to those who need it, to all of us that need it.