I remain puzzled by a group of grown men who like to refer to themselves as “boys.” Ironically, most of them identify as “Christian,” even though pride is a sin in the tenets of Christianity.

Truthfully, I hadn’t given them much thought until they marched into my neighborhood on Saturday.

They were holding a rally in Bush Park and then suddenly seemed to decide to march up to the top of our hill to the Governor’s House. At least some of them did. It’s a steep climb and most of them were not in great shape. Someone with a bullhorn made it to the summit and said some stuff I couldn’t understand. The Governor wasn’t there anyway.

Back down in Bush Park, they congregated near the baseball field near Pringle Creek where Roxie and I walk most days. I took my mask off so I mingled right in and behaved respectfully. I wasn’t looking for a fight and most of them seemed angry but I couldn’t zero in on exactly what it was about.

I am a huge supporter of free speech and of peaceful assembly.

What I found offensive was a very voluptuous woman whose very low-cut bodice was made out of an American flag. Her push-up foundation garment was truly gravity-defying. She posed for photos while kissing a cardboard cutout of POTUS. I wasn’t looking for trouble so I passed on that photo op.

I did, however, snap a shot of this half-nekkid person.

There were lots of men there who apparently could afford only half of a camo outfit. I never get that. And big guns. They could afford those.

The only places I will excuse half-nekkid is on the beach or in a shirts and skins pick up game. Putin likes to ride his horse dressed that way. I have a low opinion of him too.