Let’s say, hypothetically, you live in Texas, which is also in America, and like most Texans you drive a pickup (a dark-colored, mid-90s, quad-cab F150 with a side-exit exhaust, perhaps)...

And in the bed of this pickup you’ve mounted a flagpole, a moderately sized one, nothing that will get stuck in the DQ drive-thru of anything; and in this pole you fly the American flag. But not any American flag, but the black & white one with a colored stripe in the middle, divided red and blue...

OBviously, your love of America runs deep, if you are so compelled to fly such a banner on your vehicle. Your admiration for those who serve your country must swell within you so much that you can’t help but show the world...

But wait a sec, what’s that sticker on your rear window? Strange character holding a scimitar and wheels where his feet should be, and curved text above reading “11th Panzer”...

You inbred, chucklefuck, Nazi shit-stain... Our grandfathers sucked mustard gas and ate bullets for your fuckwit waste-of-space existence, and you show your “pride” in this country by celebrating the fucking enemy?

I saw this hypothetical individual this morning, and I just can’t let it go. I hope he wraps his truck around a power pole.

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EDIT: Here’s an article on the 11th Panzer that I found; haven’t read it yet, but I plan to. Maybe I’m missing something in their history.