"Soul Train" by Neo Nazi, April 2012
Disclaimer: All characters presented here are product of fiction. Any resemblances to real characters are of a pure coincidence. No intention was made to insult anyone for any reason.
AN: This story is an act of fiction. No one should attempt to act in the same manner as described.
A street gear is designed for daily driving. Long distances and extreme heat are not a problem for these gear sets. For this reason, these are also the gears of choice for oval track racing.
After the funeral, Ed Balls sat with Jim Rose and John Rack, sipping dark ale at the local pub.
"Message alleges that there is meaning to each fold of the American flag, for example …", someone burst into laughter and John waited for a while, getting red in the face as if ashamed of something, "… at a military funeral when the flag is presented to the family of the person who died." Ed eyed him carefully, his eyes flashing for a moment. "Most of them are of spiritual and religious significance."
"How about the truth though?" Jim offered.
"The truth?" John tried to imitate Jim's relaxed position but failed. "Ha. That's a good one …" He noticed an elderly lady in raincoat, sitting alone. She had a pink umbrella by her side. "The meaning of the folding of the American flag is … well … is not without importance, but it is not official and not required." Some soldiers entered the pub, their behavior servile and humble. "In fact ...", John scratched himself behind the loose shirt collar, "… Public Law 94-344, known as the Federal Flag Code, is the law of the land regarding the handling and displaying of the American flag. It does not include anything regarding the significance or meaning of folding the flag. The code was first adopted by Congress in 1923 and revised numerous times." Ed winked at him, noticing couple of girls joining what looked like a football player corner. "According to the American Legion …", one of the soldiers started to sing something, obviously intoxicated already, "… the code does not call for a ceremonial folding of the flag and the folding procedure is also traditional." There was a police cruiser sluggishly passing by outside. "Same for the meanings of the folds." Ed ordered another round without even checking with Jim or John. "Nobody seems to know when or where that originated or who wrote it." Jim lifted his eyebrow out of sheer courtesy. "There is speculation that it may have come from a chaplain who attached the mostly Judeo-Christian religious meanings to the folds, perhaps for a burial ceremony."
They listened to the singing of the soldiers, football corner offering some inquisitive looks in their direction.
"Official or not, the statement has gained status as the traditional meaning of the folds and was found in many governmental and military manuals and recited at numerous military funerals." John realized his topic was not gaining much on popularity. He pushed it on by inertia. "In October, 2007, the National Cemetery Administration banned the practice of giving the meaning of the folds of the flag at all national cemeteries …", Ed half-closed his eyes, his snaky glance wondering towards the opposite corner, "… but the decision was quickly revised." John checked whether Jim was attentative. "The U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs issued a statement on the 20th of October, 2007 saying that any recitations at the graveside of a veteran can reflect the wishes of the family. In other words …", a bulgy man in grey mantel entered, standing at the entrance area as if having some second thoughts about his true needs, "… if the family wants the meaning of the folds to be included, it can be included …"
John swore within himself, accepting another glass from the ever smiling waitress.
"Did you know that today, according to the latest U.S. Census …", Ed used paper napkin to wipe sweat from his forehead, "… only 23% of the American population under the age of 18 is actually white." Jim offered a fake inquisitive stare at him. "Already …", waitress asked soldiers to lower their gaily behavior, "… four U.S. states are majority non-white!" John made a slow nod, wondering what it had to do with his previous topic. "And I mean MAJORITY NON-WHITE!" Ed's repetition did not produce any significant results at either Jim or John. He sipped his beer, staring at some lone fellows at the bar that resembled gathered crows on a barren tree, "… and 10% of all counties in America are, in fact, majority non-white." His last words almost withered away as if pronounced in some cave. "You see my point?" Football corner started with their singing and waitresses exchanged looks, shaking with their heads like some unhappy housewives. "World-wide, white women of child-bearing age comprise only 3% of the earth's population." Two Chinese students with dull facial expression and hidden talents made a suspicious enter and automatically offered polite manners, sneaking like some rats, then, after their inspection was complete, left with an obvious dissatisfaction on their educated and cultivated faces. "Do these facts disturb you?" Jim was probably thinking about the lottery results and John was playing some piano sonata in his mind. Ed turned his head sideways, almost openly disgusted. "They should." He concluded, adding more of the dark ale to his tummy.
After what seemed to be a long smoke break, Jim found some kind of a mediation topic and mumbled, already tipsy.
"Although National Socialism encompasses many various issues of concern to Aryan Americans, including a healthy environment, children's welfare …", to his utter surprise a woman in her thirties entered with a male child of under ten into the pub. Waitress approached them immediately as if hiding some pornography behind her. "… and freedom of belief without fear of systematic persecution ...", Jim winked at Jim, checking on new mother, "… the two main tenets of National Socialism embodies the Struggle for Aryan Racial survival …", Ed now turned towards Jim wondering whether he was making a joke of it or if he was, after all, serious in some way. Mother left with an apologetic smile, her child still tense. "And Social Justice for White Working Class people throughout our land." John stopped drinking his beer and stared at Jim. Jim shrugged with his shoulders and leaned back uncomfortably, Ed grinning in secret.