The Disease in Us All
Patriotism is a word I like to compare with “millennium”. It’s a word you don’t hear much anymore. Every once in a while the word picks up. It’s on everyone’s lips and is heard in almost every conversation. It stays red-hot for a short time, enjoying its popularity – seeing its name in newspapers and magazines, making appearances on radio and TV. But then a peak is reached, and, after a while things begin to slow down. The activity tapers off, and before long, it’s once again relegated to history books, academic journals and reference works.
The last big appearance the word patriotism made was September 11th 2001. For obvious reasons, the country was in a poor state of mind. Patriotism is a similar to the common cold. It’s a disease. It effects the country every once in a while, when a tragic event takes place. And the only cure for the common cold is time. As time goes by, the body fights the tragic events that are taking place in one’s body. During the ninth month of 2001, Patriotism spread from coast to coast faster than the Avian Flu, Scars, or dare I say…Aids?! But it never sticks around long. It seems it always has a better place to be.
“What does patriotism mean to you?” is a question that you hear every once in a while. It’s a basic question that typically received a wide variety of responses. But in my eyes, it’s a question that has been asked so many times, people just remember the responses they liked, and use them. Makes them sound more intelligent when they “bite” off other peoples reflections. I personally believe the question has lost its value. It’s a question that has no right or wrong answer. According to Webster, patriotism means to have devoted love, support, and defense for one’s county. But when I stop and think about it, I never here how patriotic Iraq was. Or the incredible Patriotism Guatemala shows. It’s more a question that only applies to the United States of Stupid. It seems we are the only ones who don’t...