It seems everywhere I look online these days I see nothing but complaints about our great nation. Whenever I start scrolling on Twitter, TikTok, or basically any online forum, I’m swiftly reminded of whatever atrocity America has happened to commit recently. At one point in my life maybe I could empathize with that position and possibly even relate to those who are clearly in distress about this country’s actions. I say “maybe” because, honestly, I don’t even want to try and remember how I felt prior to May 27th, 2022, the day Top Gun: Maverick was released. That’s the day I chose both Ray-Bans and freedom and began to beam with pride once again for the red, white, and blue.
I’m trying to reconcile all the so-called facts being spouted about America’s deficiencies with what my gut says Capt. Pete Mitchell would tell me. And my gut tells me he’d say, “You can be my wingman anytime, now hop on the back of my motorcycle.” My gut also says he’d probably say “No shirts allowed in any beach volleyball game of mine, now let’s turn and burn.” Hell yeah.
Whether our hair was blowing in the wind while riding a Ninja GPZ 900R or our shirtless torsos were glistening in the sun, I know neither Pete nor myself would have anything negative to say about the good ol’ US of A.
Before you ask me if I realize Top Gun: Maverick is a work of fiction, I only ask that you listen to “Top Gun Anthem” by Harold Faltermeyer while fighter jets prepare for takeoff. Once you’ve done that, then you can tell me what’s real or not.
Everyone should buy a ticket to the must-see blockbuster of the summer and regain their loving feeling for the USA.