WHO THE FAX FLEW THAT FLAG?

The flag was real. The threat was real. And the proof came screaming through our fax machine like the ghost of accountability.

Dear Barbara,

We put out the call.

You loaded the tray.

You hit SEND like it was a moral obligation.

And just like that, history was made at 329-223-0420—because you became one of the very first people to us at FAX-ACE-0420, our sacred and dedicated dispatch line for analog rebellion. You faxed us two pages of unfiltered proof and one blistering question:

“Who was/is responsible for the flying of this flag over Small Business Administration in DC?”

No emoji. No filter. Just a haunting photo and a single sentence that slammed harder than any front-page exposé. Barbara, you didn’t just document a crime against democracy. You started the archive.

Let’s rewind.

On June 11, 2025, someone at the Small Business Administration headquarters in Washington, D.C. thought it would be a great idea to raise the “Appeal to Heaven” flag—a symbol of Christian nationalism, insurrectionist cosplay, and unfiltered theocratic delusion—on Flag Day, no less.

It didn’t happen by accident. It wasn’t some history nerd reenactment. It was flown deliberately. On federal property. For hours. Beneath the American flag.

And then you saw it.

While other people were out there tweeting through the end times, you faxed us a missile.

Let’s talk about that flag. The “Appeal to Heaven” banner has become the cloth of choice for everyone from January 6 insurrectionists to people who think the Supreme Court should be replaced with a prayer circle. It’s been adopted by Proud Boys, anti-government extremists, and megachurch demagogues who believe the Constitution is just a rough draft until God gives final edits.

So when that flag went up over the SBA—an agency with a $1.1 billion budget tasked with supporting millions of small businesses—we knew what it meant:

Theocrats. In. The. Building.

The woman running that building

Kelly Loeffler. Yes, that Kelly Loeffler.

The one who hugged QAnon supporters like they were campaign donors. The one who said “Stop the Steal” on stage and “I respect democracy” in her concession call. She lost her Senate seat in 2021 and re-emerged in 2025 as the administrator of the SBA like a political mildew spore that never truly dies.

Under her watch, that flag went up.

Do we know if she personally raised it? No. But does it matter?

Absolutely not.

It happened on her watch, at her agency, under her administration. That makes her responsible—even if she just stood there nodding politely while someone else clipped it to the pole.

And inside the building?

Employees were rattled. According to WIRED, one anonymous staffer described the flag’s sudden appearance as “pretty jarring” and “frustrating.” Translation: what the fuck is this Civil War fan fiction doing on our federal flagpole?

But guess who didn’t blink?

You.

You saw it. You snapped the photo. You faxed it. You became Patient Zero in the Fax Plague of 2025, and the moment that flag landed in our tray, the game changed.

Now? The Senate’s involved.

Senator Ed Markey sent a formal letter on June 25 demanding answers from Loeffler and the SBA:

Who raised the flag?

Why that flag?

Are we doing the Confederate battle flag next week?

Are federal agencies now part of the Hobby Lobby Cinematic Universe?

So far, Loeffler has said nothing. No denial. No explanation. No “we regret the symbolism.” Just the soft whirr of bureaucratic spin being prepared in a sub-basement somewhere.

But we’ve got something louder than spin:

Your fax.

It’s now part of the official Archive of Chaotic Evidence. It will be preserved, reprinted, cited, and—if the world has any taste—tattooed onto the shoulder blade of history.

Barbara, you didn’t just report a flag. You fired the first shot in a paper war.

And the line is still open.

In solidarity,
—Closer to the Edge
📠 FAX-ACE-0420 (329-223-0420)
CloserToTheEdge.net

P.S. You’re not just a legend. You’re the reason legends exist.

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Barbara saw something messed up and faxed it. She didn’t email. She didn’t tweet. She fired up the machine and made history.

Now the line is open—for everyone.

Whether it’s a flag that shouldn’t be flying, a flyer that shouldn’t exist, a leaked memo, a cursed receipt, or a napkin that says “TRUST NO JUDGE” in permanent marker—we want it.

If it’s real, weird, incriminating, prophetic, or just too unhinged to ignore…

FAX US at 329-223-0420

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