Flippant Flamingo #3
It struck me last night while I was folding laundry what, exactly, Patriotism is.
Patriotism is that comfy, washed-a-million-times pair of undies.
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Those undies have been with you through good times and bad- when you are sunburned, when you are lounging, when you are working day and night to finish. When you heard the bad news. When you celebrated the good.
Sometimes, you’re a little embarrassed about those undies. They’re washed out, faded, and perhaps have a few small holes in them. So, you push them to the back of your drawer; hide them in favor of the lacy, silky new ideas. After a while though, those new ideas just get scratchy and uncomfortable. You’re left alone, and not sure where to go. And then you realize that it was those cottons that really give you comfort all along, just waiting for you to come to your senses.
Now, there are those without those cotton undies. They claim to “go commando” or wear the fancy ones all day, every day. But something about them feels… fake. You almost can’t trust someone who can’t admit to, in some way, loving those cotton underpants.
I don’t think any military on earth issues their fighting men and women satin panties and boxers. They just don’t make sense. Of course, the ‘ol cottons are reliable and worth fighting for.
You can’t tell just by looking at most people what underwear they are wearing underneath. It is only in how they carry themselves, present themselves to the world, that you can make a guess. Sometimes, it’s exactly who you’d expect. Other times, you would have never guessed.
Even the material those panties and boxers/briefs are made of say something about Patriotism. It’s been through a lot- taken a lot of beatings, and helped America grow into something better than it’s previous incarnation.
You’ve got millions of choices about what those cotton undies could look like, but at its base, they’re all the same.
So, ladies and gentlemen, wear your cotton undies with pride. Let them be your own choice, but know that the person sitting next to you probably has some form of those same undies on.
Patriotism is that comfy, washed-a-million-times pair of undies.
Follow me here.
Those undies have been with you through good times and bad- when you are sunburned, when you are lounging, when you are working day and night to finish. When you heard the bad news. When you celebrated the good.
Sometimes, you’re a little embarrassed about those undies. They’re washed out, faded, and perhaps have a few small holes in them. So, you push them to the back of your drawer; hide them in favor of the lacy, silky new ideas. After a while though, those new ideas just get scratchy and uncomfortable. You’re left alone, and not sure where to go. And then you realize that it was those cottons that really give you comfort all along, just waiting for you to come to your senses.
Now, there are those without those cotton undies. They claim to “go commando” or wear the fancy ones all day, every day. But something about them feels… fake. You almost can’t trust someone who can’t admit to, in some way, loving those cotton underpants.
I don’t think any military on earth issues their fighting men and women satin panties and boxers. They just don’t make sense. Of course, the ‘ol cottons are reliable and worth fighting for.
You can’t tell just by looking at most people what underwear they are wearing underneath. It is only in how they carry themselves, present themselves to the world, that you can make a guess. Sometimes, it’s exactly who you’d expect. Other times, you would have never guessed.
Even the material those panties and boxers/briefs are made of say something about Patriotism. It’s been through a lot- taken a lot of beatings, and helped America grow into something better than it’s previous incarnation.
You’ve got millions of choices about what those cotton undies could look like, but at its base, they’re all the same.
So, ladies and gentlemen, wear your cotton undies with pride. Let them be your own choice, but know that the person sitting next to you probably has some form of those same undies on.
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