It's history, not ... wait, what?

This error is particularly amusing when it's top of the page for the foamy-mouthed party press, normally given over to great glee when libruls demonstrate their ignerance of history and gunz and things like that.

Getting the Confederate battle flag confused with the Stars and Bars (that's you, The Washington Times, and you, Fair 'n' Balanced Network) is actually kind of a Secret Handshake thing. Like spelling the plural "ya'll," it marks you as, um, somewhat less than the real thing -- someone who isn't really paying attention. Meaning that when you say "It's HURRITAGE, not hate," the rest of us can be forgiven for thinking: Clearly not heritage, so that narrows things down a little.

There is a contender for Genuinely Deranged Articulation of the Existential Threat to All We Hold Dear, but first, we need to actually commend the Charlotte Observer for running a "Stars and Bars" headline with a picture of -- the Stars and Bars! Nice job, you lot.

Anyway, you'll want to enjoy Todd Starnes's column about the looming apocalypse* for yourself. Here's a taste:

A full-fledged cultural cleansing of the Southern States is under way - and the latest victim is the General Lee.

Warner Brothers announced they will remove the Confederate Flag from atop one of the most famous cars in television history. They will also ban any Dukes of Hazzard merchandise that once sported the Confederate flag.

I have some very, very bad news for Todd. "The Dukes of Hazzard" is not actually an artifact of Southern culture. Nor, for that matter, is "The Beverly Hillbillies" (Lester and Earl, on the other hand, are the real thing.)

Things get much sillier from there, and the week is young.

* Wednesday's version; the original seems to have been scrubbed.