That flag, BTW, makes me puke.
Well, yeah, that's why I thought it would be a hit among the primitives, a best-seller.
You might, or might not, recall that last Christmas the racist babbling sister primitive got a couple of "jack-in-the-boxes" from her uxorious husband, that played "Hail to the Chief" when wound up, after which a figure ostensibly of Bo popped out.
The racist babbling sister primitive was all agog and excited about it; she thought they were "cute." And the
Die alte Sau primitive, the dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher, agreed with her.
In truth, the "Bo-in-the-box" toy must've been designed and marketed by a member of the Ku Klux Klan, sold to the primitives; it had every one of the anachronistic "darky" stereotypes in it.
Their taste, or lack of it, says a great deal about the primitives.