Burning Frustration

I grew up in a generation of burners. To protest the war in Viet Nam, draft age men burned their draft cards in protest. It is said that feminists burned their bras, but I’ve never actually met a woman that did that. Bras were too expensive and I would suspect the synthetic material would smell pretty bad when ignited. I think ‘Bra Burning” was more of a concept than a reality.

I did know flag burners, and I’ve seen people burned in effigy. It is more civilized to burn a person in effigy that it was to tar and feather them as they did in the 1600 and 1700s.

We don’t see all that much burning in protests in this country any more. We never see burning tires in the streets like we see on the news coming from the Middle East. We never see Molotov Cocktails. Maybe it’s due to arson laws.

I never hear of mortgage burning parties any more. It seems that our mortgages will outlive most of us. Many of us will experience the flames of the crematorium before our debts are ever satisfied.

The only flames happening now are on the Net where readers flame one another for their opinions.

Maybe people have more respect for fire than to use it as a tool for protest. Fire is warming and has atmosphere. After spending a night around a camp fire it’s hard to employ it for another purpose other than to cook your food and warm you while engaging in good conversations.