Its game five of the World Series and the seventh inning stretch. Someone is belting out God Bless America while a busty girl with a cheap perm stands behind a specially defaced flag (the stars portion of the stars and stripes integrated with a pre 9/11 New York City skyline). Joe Torre is blinking rhythmically while we cross fade to the face of a serious soldier in a serious cap. Wild Applause.
Americans never pass up an attempt to wave the flag and since 9/11 it has become an embarrassing fetish. We are a middle aged country stomping around in flag-print-diapers and sucking on a missile-shaped-pacifier wondering why nobody wants to play with us.
I love baseball and I love the 7th inning stretch. These days I have to turn the sound down on the TV so I can hear myself sing "Take me out to the Ball Game" over the patriotic crap screeching out of the stadium.
The dictionary defines a fetish as "an abnormally obsessive preoccupation or attachment; a fixation."
Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel and I suppose scoundrels are what we have become. We are happy to abandon our principles in order to feel a little safer. In a panic we passed the Patriot Act which helps the FBI keep tabs on us, and we have watched idly while our Justice department violates the human rights of hundreds of "suspects" in cuba.
I imagine the fetish could get worse... what about "I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free" at the Superbowl.
God Bless America.Posted by tstubbs at October 24, 2003 12:44 PM | Trackback