Rearrange those same bits of red, white, and blue cloth into another pattern and that symbol mystically transforms into a tool of hate and opression. A tool so powerful, so evil, that it can't even be viewed in public.
I'm offended by certain symbols on my daily drive to work. They aren't symbols of cloth, but rather of paint sprayed onto walls, bridge abutments, highway overpasses, and boxcars, marking the territory of the criminals who placed them there. They don't represent evils committed six generations in the past, they are the marks of evils happening now.
Should the good folks who care so mightily that none be offended wish to do something about it, I'll be happy to forward a list of their locations along with a can of turpentine and a box of toothbrushes to erase them. It would be a much more useful gesture than folding a flag that hasn't flown in battle since my great grandfather was a boy, and it will keep them gainfully employed to boot.
Any bets on the likelyhood I'll get volunteers?