Today in “Why NextDoor Is the Worst,” this is someone’s “without comment” post from Veteran’s Day, which was commemorated here on the compound with coffee and cinnamon rolls served amidst about 2 dozen large plastic American flags, because the local Christian nationalists are deeply red, deeply religious, and cheap as hell.

Comments included:

  • “So profound”
  • “Powerful photograph”
  • “Never forget”

What, exactly, is your low-res tribute to Those Without Bone Spurs supposed to commemorate? That time the Six Flags guy got old? Or never forget that digital imagery is supposed to look like you found it on an old Geocities site that someone scraped for their MySpace?

Because the silhouette? Is from somewhere post 2001, and unless Grandpa Gene there enlisted after he started pulling Social Security, there’s no way anyone geared up like that is that old in 2024.

For context, these are the some of the same people that posted a Tropic Thunder publicity shot WITHOUT IRONY a few Veterans’ Days ago.

I get it, I live amongst The Olds. People who miss rotary phones, watch Matlock, and eat at Luby’s after 4:00 if they’re “feelin’ fancy”. I also get that it’s this kind of weak sauce performative bullshit that leads us down the garden path of strong men and foreheads. Because we don’t take a beat to wonder what, if anything, might be wrong with the picture.