It took four decades, but Hollywood’s ideological turnaround is now complete.

From actors and performers like Charlton Heston, John Wayne and Johnny Cash to Ashton Kutcher, Michael Moore and Jada Pinkett Smith, tinseltown has gone from patriotic to pusillanimous.

While they whine about the “White Oscars” and access to abortions, the stars of yesteryear wore their love of country on their sleve.

In 1974, Johnny Cash released his famous “Ragged Old Flag” poem. The lyrics are an ode to a country – and a flag that celebrities today would hardly recognize. Here’s how the video below starts out:

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Standing in an arena packed with fans, Cash says, “I think God for all the freedoms we’ve got in this county. I cherish them. Even the rights to burn the flag, you know, I’m proud of those rights.” Boos and jeers began to rise from the crowd at the mention of the burning the flag and Cash held up his hand, quieting the audience, then added, “But I’ll tell you what. We’ve also got a right to bear arms and if you burn my flag I’ll shoot you.”

The audience exploded as Cash began:

I walked through a county courthouse square

On a park bench an old man was sitting there

I said, “Your old courthouse is kinda run down”

He said, “No, it’ll do for our little town”

I said, “Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit

And that’s a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it”

He said, “Have a seat, ” and I sat down

“Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town?”

I said, “I think it is” He said, “I don’t like to brag

But we’re kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag

You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when

Washington took it across the Delaware

And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key

Sat watching it, writing ‘Say Can You See’

And it got a bad rip in New Orleans

With Packingham and Jackson tuggin’ at its seams

And it almost fell at the Alamo

Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though

She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville

And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill

There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg

And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag

On Flanders Field in World War I

She got a big hole from a Bertha gun

She turned blood red in World War II

She hung limp and low by the time it was through

She was in Korea and Vietnam

She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam

She waved from our ships upon the briny foam

And now they’ve about quit waving her back here at home

In her own good land here she’s been abused

She’s been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused

And the government for which she stands

Is scandalized throughout the land

And she’s getting threadbare and she’s wearing thin

But she’s in good shape for the shape she’s in

‘Cause she’s been through the fire before

And I believe she can take a whole lot more

So we raise her up every morning, we take her down every night

We don’t let her touch the ground and we fold her up right

On second thought, I do like to brag

‘Cause I’m mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag





