Finnatic once bubbled...
How about a Bullshark? We could name him Bubba, lol.
That's funny.
Let me get something straight here. We are talking the navy jack which was adopted as the confederate flag not the confederate battle flag which is similar. And, most people who are misusing or get offended by the confederate flag are not educated about the true history of the the flag. It doesn't stand for anything bad.
Just like the two misconceptions of the reason for the war... "And the two greatest lies ever perpetrated by history are number one that the South instigated the war and number two that it was fought by the North for the purpose of freeing the slaves! "
If you would like to read the "Truth about the Confederat Flag check out
http://www.geocities.com/hylesjack/battleflag.htm OR
http://www.rockbpubl.com/wwwboard/messages/1140.htm
About "THE CONFEDERATE FLAG"
The hands of our women made it,
Baptized in our mothers tears
And drenched with the blood of our kindred
With hope for those four long years,
Across vale and plain we watched it
While the tide of battle rolled,
And with streaming eyes have we followed
The wave of each soft silken fold.
As high over our hosts it floated,
Through dust and din of the fight,
We could catch the glint of spearhead
And the flash of crimson light;
While the blood of men who bore it
Flowed fast on the reddened plain,
And our cry went up in anguish
To our God for our martyred slain.
And we went and watched and waited
By our lonely household fire,
For the mother gave her firstborn
And the daughter gave her sire,
But the wife sent forth her husband
The maiden her lover sweet,
And hearts kept time in the silence
To the rhythmic tread of their feet.
As they marched o'er vale and mountains,
While our banners rose and fell,
Though victory often crowned it
As the Northern hosts can tell.
But the whole world was against us;
Our battle we fought alone,
Till the conquerors - want and famine -
Bade us lay our colors down.
Cold are the loved hands that bore it.
Stilled are the brave hearts and true,
Watching nor waiting can bring them,
Weeping is all we can do.
Light from our banner has faded,
We, in its shadow forlorn,
Have only our mem'ries left us,
And our battle flag drooping and torn.
No hand of vandal shall touch it.
'Tis shrined in our heart of hearts
With dearest, holiest mem'ries;
And the burning tear drops starts,
While laurel we weave and cypress
For the fair, the brave, the good;
The only stain on our banner
Is the stain of our heroes' blood.
This flag stands for far more than what some shollow individuals try to trivialize it as. Let's remember what it really stands for not the nasty falicy that people have claimed. R
Now. No more North vs South or bologna about the flag. OK R