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Disrespecting the Flag vs. Free Speech: Has Art Gone too Far?

The Flag is to be Respected

by Arthur Desre
What is this crap that they have over in that, “Art Gallery?” Who is this fool Dread Scott, and why is his sorry-ass excuse for art making such a ruckus? I’ll tell you why, because he is an idiot and he has pissed off the good people of America.
For those of you who don’t know, this dude Dread Scott took an American flag and placed it on the ground. Then he put a book on a shelf behind the flag. Laddy f’ing da right? Wrong, because he wants people to make a choice. You can sign the book, but then you have to step on the flag. Do you sign the book and desecrate our wonderful flag, or do you say no, giving up your right to write in the book?
Well I said, “Hell No,” to that stupid little book. I refused to step on the flag because it is the symbol of our nation, and it represents freedom. How does trampling freedom ensure freedom? Uhmm, light bulb attack, it doesn’t! This guy Dread Scott is just some fool who is trying to piss off good, hardworking Americans with his silly art. Don’t give in to him, don’t let him piss you off people.
How the hell does a flag on the floor even get to be called art? I mean, art is supposed to be pretty. Old paintings by Leonardo, now those are art. A flag on the floor? Don’t think so! If I take a dump and wipe my ass, and then stick the toilet paper on the wall, is that art? According to Dread Scott it is. That’s pretty foul smelling art, wouldn’t you say? Well the same thing can be said about that flag exhibit.

Step on the Flag? Why not!

by Dave Hesser

When my history professor told us to check out some art exhibit, I was kinda psyched and kinda pissed. I mean, usually our homework is to read a few chapters; looking at art is much easier. On the other hand, art is for fags; if anyone saw me in there they would think I was totally gay. On top of that, I had to walk all the way over to (location of exhibit).
When I got to the art show, I was so surprised by what I found. They had this thing where you could step on an American flag! I don’t know how that’s art, but if it’s in an art exhibit, I guess it is.
See, I got so excited because I love to step on things. That’s right, I like to step on things. My friends joke and say I have a foot fetish, but that’s not it at all.
I love stepping on all sorts of things. Bugs are my favorite because of that little crunch they make; and then when I lift my foot, their guts are all over the place. Crackers, chips, dry leaves, and other stuff like that are fun to step on too. Puddles I have to be in the mood for, and mud is the same way. I want to make it clear though, I do not like stepping in dog shit, elephant shit, or any other kind of shit for that matter.
So when I saw that flag, I was like, “Whoa!”
But then I thought, “Wait, am I allowed, or is this a trick?” I asked some girl and she told me it is our right to free speech, something about the first man dentist. I guess he like fixed some guy’s mouth for free or something.
I stomped on that flag like it was the end of the world, because it was probably the last time I’d ever get to step on it again. It was amazing. I stomped on it until I saw some ants eating a cracker. Score! Then when I went back to step on the flag some more, someone else was on it. I was so mad I wanted to step on them!