mrsrita: My Flag

To the young ladies that had the gall to have their picture taken and put on Facebook standing on the flag of the United States, you are standing on my flag. The flag that represents freedom to all the people who love this country. The flag of those who sleep in the depth of sacrifice and the sorrow of our nation. It is with this deep grief, I denounce your ungrateful actions and I offer this suggestion. Since you, obviously, have too much extra time because you are wasting your energy destroying the flag of the country that has given you the privilege to have that much free time.

I have a solution. Since the United States has disappointed you even after offering shelter, food, clothing, and education to those who choose to work for these things (and to some who can not), there is a place that needs your time. According to the magazine "The Voice of Martyrs", You can book a flight to the Sudan in Africa where the Sudanese government is waging war on the Christians for extinction.

1. The government drops bombs daily to the number of 4,000 a year. You can pick up the empty bomb casings scattered on the ground.

2. The children play in and around the underground bomb shelter. When the planes come they race to get inside. You can help pick up the tiny bodies that do not make it there and die.

3. You could use your time to weave rope beds to hold the wounded to lie on while they wait for a doctor.

4. Perhaps, you could volunteer to help the TWO doctors in the 3 medical facilities that Sudan has to care for the 1.1 million people with the bare necessities of surgery and lack of supplies and sanitary conditions.

5. Perhaps you could use your free time to wash the dirty clothes of the children, because to them, dirt does not matter-staying alive is all that matters.

Yet, here you have time to trample the flag of our country whose patriots fight and die for your freedoms, and that matters to me.

Shame on all of you who offer nothing to the country that gives you the opportunity to have everything you need in peace.

Rita Dortch