1281 Fashion Check

I think the Fashion Police have simply given up. Beaten down by the relentless assault of poor taste infecting America today. They fought the good fight but just didn’t have the wear-withal to even keep up appearances.
They were simply overwhelmed.
At least so it seemed recently when I was at a great local event. Now maybe it was because it was Fathers Day and an airshow, so all the Fathers were entitled to dress however they felt, but I don’t know.
Assuming men are intrinsically poor dressers is too easy. Some of the fashion-don’ts were almost flagrantly applied. Like a late hit to a blind-sided quarterback.
One guy had on red and white striped pants. Except the stripes were wide, like on Betsy Ross’s famous creation. He had matching Old Glory shoes too, as well as a blue t-shirt with white stars on it.
He was also directing traffic. I had to conclude he had answered a temporary job ad for a flagman. And they hired him anyhow. “Well, I was expecting a bright orange vest, but I guess you’ll have to do...”
The other flagrant foul I saw was a guy who had on four different kinds of camo clothing. Five technically. He had on fuzzy fleece camo pants, which must have been marsh-type camo because they were two inches high-watered. Another type of leaf camo vest. A desert camo cap. And camo shoes of course. All of it pretty much green and tan and chaotic-leafy patterned.
But underneath the camo vest he had on a red and black buffalo check flannel shirt.
Which was camo in a sense¾but only if he laid down on a checkerboard!
Take that fashion police!
Check and Mate and game over.
America, ya gotta love it.