Because history is not destiny... yet.
I always feel a minor compulsion to offer to replace any tattered flags I see.
I understand. I can't stand seeing those tiny plastic-bound bibles left on the ground, as they so often are after being distributed willy-nilly on college campuses. I have to at least pick them up and put them someplace inside where they might find a home. And I hate it when charities mail me crosses: I don't want to just toss 'em, but they don't do us any good, either.
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