Moonlight Through the Pines

Sam Alito's wife explained to a Washington Post reporter on January 17, 2021 - without knowing that he was a Washington Post reporter - that she had been flying the Stars and Stripes in protest of what a neighbor said about them.  I can't help but wonder if she did the same thing to her neighbors on Westover Terrace in our mutual hometown of West Caldwell, New Jersey - and if she did, I'm glad I live on a street several blocks away in this five-square-mile town, because she wouldn't have wanted me as a neighbor. 

So, okay, the inverted flag was not Justice Alito's doing, and it had nothing to do with supporting January 6 insurrectionists.  Let's assume that.  So why was the Pine Tree Flag from the American Revolution, adopted as a symbol of the Stop the Steal movement that insists the the 2020 election was stolen from Donald Trump, flying at the Alitos' summer house on New Jersey's Long Beach Island?

Was it because Mrs. Alito thought the pine tree was pretty?

I wish I could apologize to America for my town giving the country the worst Supreme Court justice in recent memory not named Clarence by his mother, a justice who is too ideological and to biased to rule on Trump-related cases and must but will not recuse himself, but I have a feeling I'm in the minority.  I think a lot of people in my hometown still love the guy.  

Am I worried for exposing myself as an Alito detractor living in his former hometown?  Look, I could have kept my hometown a secret and bashed Alito, Trump, James David Vance and the rest, but my address still would have been found out thanks to all sorts of people-search sites (even though I've never given my full address here).  And if Trump gets back in power, I will be found out.  If not by the United States Secret Police (currently known as the Oath Keepers), then by citizen-informers who share my postal code.  And when I see moonlight through the needles of the pine tree that stands outside my window . . .

That won't be moonlight . . . they'll be searchlights . . . oh no . . ..  😨