Sit right down my fellow Kossacks and I'll tell you tale that sounds like the ravings of a man who's had a bad mixture, of soy milk, insomnia, and right wing base riling votes. But, I assure you I have a point.
Once upon a time there was a town called Whoville. All the Whos down in Whoville liked to whoop it up around Christmas. There was a hermitty Who-ish creature called the Grinch who lived high above Whoville and all the whooping pissed him off because he was a lonely loser who ran away according to the live action movie because he was ugly and no one liked him.
Isn't that why we all run away?
Anyways, the story continues below the flip...
So, in order to stop Christmas from coming the Grinch hatches an evil brilliant plan to dress up like Santa and steal all of the Who's Christmas stuff, and stop Christmas from coming. So, he rides down the mountain with his adorable dog Max, and they steal everything. He gets caught by Cindy Lou Who, but she is no more than two, and easily deceived. So, with all of the looting and plundering done the Grinch goes back up the mountain to sleep in.
Then amazingly at dawn all those damn Whos come out of their houses, start singing Dahoo Foress, and wake the Grinch up. Christmas still came, and this is astonishing to him:
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
Then his heart grows three sizes, he gives everything back, and they have a big ol' party with plenty of who-hash.
I hope this puts it in a way everyone can understand. The flag is like all the crap the Grinch stole, and Christmas is like the constitution and all the ideals that this country has stood for for the last 230 years. The flag burning ammendment is like putting lazer trip wires and land mines around all of the Who houses in order to protect their crap. In doing so, the Who's can't actually celebrate the love and fellowship of Christmas because they'd blow up trying to give their neighbor a fruit cake.
Don't protect the symbols, cherish what they mean, or Whos will die.