A childhood belief about politics

When I was younger, every year on the fourth of July, my dad would ask me to help him put the flag up on the front of our house. My father is a civil war buff, and because of that, we had been to Gettysburg many times by the time of this particular incident and I knew about Lincoln and was particularly fascinated by him because he was talking in the wax museum. :-O Anyway, I was helping my father, and I drooped the flag a bit too low. He said to me "Don't droop the flag, you'll make Lincoln angry!" All I could picture in my head was a giant Lincoln head in the sky, steaming from his ears, yelling obscenities commanding the Union Army to attack me because I drooped the flag. I never helped my dad again.