I was involved in a flag burning incident back in the early eighties. In fact i supplied the lighter.
I was out bar hopping with some riding buddies around Denver. When we came out of the second, or third bar, we spotted a couple of guys hanging around our bikes. When we walked up closer, we saw a very drunk young fella acting as if he was going to light fire to an American flag that was duct taped to Tiny's sissy bar.
Now, I should explain that there is always a guy named Tiny in every biker group. And he has to be at least 6'5" and over 275 lbs to qualify for the nick. This one was over 300 lbs.
Anyway. Tiny walks up to this guy, who probably weighs 175 lbs soaking wet, and offers to help. The guy gives Tiny a drunken grin, and says "OK". At that, Tiny grabs the back of the guys neck, and bends him face down over the saddle of his bike. Holding him there. Tiny yanks the flag, which is stapled to a little, wooden stick, loose from the sissy bar. And with out so much as a word, he slams the stick, flag and all, right through the guys jeans, and up his rectum. Ignoring all the noise the guy is making, Tiny turns to me and asks for a light.(Tiny was a non- smoker). I sensed what was about to happen. And I was somewhat conflicted. On one hand, I did not want to take part in burning the flag. On the other hand. The location of the flag( or at least half of it) Indicated that it was already desecrated. So I gave Tiny my trusty zippo.