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FLAG FASHION FAUX PAS

The American flag isn’t meant to be just an accessory, but it seems these people didn’t get the memo. Their choice of clothing is not only ethically questionable but also a total miss in terms of fashion. Putting together bright red and blue in an outfit is a tough thing to do, and unfortunately, the result here leaves a lot to be desired.
Still, we have to give credit to the one patriotic person who’s standing there, saluting the flag. Hopefully, this person managed to stay out of the sight of those flag-wearing tourists, because they might not find his actions as funny. As we celebrate the spirit of a nation that values freedom and courage, let’s remember to uphold the values that truly count.
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