Some of us in uniform, some of us in business suits, some of us in overalls or in the kind of worn-but-comfortable clothes you wear out in the fields. But we served. You didn't. You just took. And you’re still taking.
You're a travesty, an offense to the nation you pretend to lead. You have not an inkling of what service to that nation means, you spit on every veteran, every worker, every farmer with every breath you take, every word of the vicious bile and poison that you spew.
You wrap yourself in the flag like a security blanket and then you wet the bed.
You cannot be gone soon enough, so that the rest of us can start washing your filthy piss-stain out of that symbol of freedom.