Treadmill Musings on Patriotism
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By Dan Schmitt | September 27, 2017 |
I’m on the treadmill at the local gym the
other day just trying to stay alive. About ten minutes in, I notice a guy hop on a treadmill a couple rows in
front of me. He was pretty easy guy to
notice. The dude was pretty buff. But it was what was on the back of his t-shirt
that really caught my eye. There was an
American flag in the middle, and above and below that flag were the words, “You
stomp on my flag, I stomp on your ass.”
Since patriotism has been a hot topic
recently, I suppose he was just trying to make some patriotic statement about
himself. But, that t-shirt really got me
thinking. Is the overt, conspicuous
display of patriotism really patriotism or is it more a public display of
immature, self-aggrandizement? I’m not
really sure, but I do prefer quieter, less public acts of patriotism like
displaying an American flag on a house.
Then
I started thinking about the more practical aspect of a guy wearing such a
shirt in public. Who are the people who
would want to stomp on his flag? I
couldn’t think of any. Why would anyone
want to stomp on his flag? I couldn’t
think of any reason to do so. There were 40-50 people working out at that time,
and they could be put into four categories: Non-Buff guys and gals like me;
Buff dudes and dudettes like the t-shirt guy; More-Buff dudes and dudettes; and
Most-Buff dudes and dudettes.
Looking over the diversity of buffness in
the gym made me wonder if, just maybe, the t-shirt dude was letting his high
levels of testosterone get the best of his cognitive abilities. Without a doubt, there were more than few
dudes and dudettes in the gym who could stomp on the guy’s flag and also stomp on his ass, not that anyone would want to do so!
Thinking makes my treadmill time go
faster. I was about ready to leave the
gym when I see an older, Non-buff woman struggling to get the door open. With what some might consider “a quiet act of
patriotism,” I opened it for her.
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