I love swearing allegiance to nebulous concepts as much as the next guy. In light of this we hear that

Indiana’s legislative leaders say they are confident a proposed U.S. constitutional amendment to ban flag desecration would pass easily here.

“It goes as quickly as sharp skates on smooth ice,” Senate President Pro Tempore Robert D. Garton, R-Columbus, predicted. “I don’t think there’s much question.”

House Speaker Brian Bosma, R-Indianapolis, was just as sure, saying: “The vast majority of members of the General Assembly are patriots at heart.”

In fact, he said, “we’d like to be one of the first” states to approve the amendment.

Garton said he thinks the amendment would pass in Indiana no matter which party is in charge of the legislature.

“This is not a partisan issue,” he said.

Indiana already is on record in support of protecting the flag from those who would burn or otherwise harm it as a form of protest.

So we have that on one hand and on the other we have a young Star Trek fan suspended for a day for doing his own Pledge of Allegiance: to the United Federation of Planets. This is from his mother’s blog:

So she told me what he did. And as she told me, I started to laugh. I didn’t laugh a little, either, but I belly-laughed and grabbed my stomach. My son stood with his class this morning, put small right hand over heart, faced the American flag, and recited his own personal pledge of allegiance:

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Federation of Planets, and to the galaxy for which it stands, one universe, under everybody, with liberty and justice for all species.

“Mrs. Jaworski. This isn’t humorous. The Pledge is an extremely important and patriotic moment each morning in the classroom. I am ashamed of your son’s behavior, and I hope you are, too.”

I wanted to say, Hey Lady, it’s a big universe. Why should we pledge allegiance to a mixed-up country? Why shouldn’t my son embrace the potential of stardust? But I stood, extended my hand, apologized for my laughter, slung my purse over my shoulder, opened her door to find my son, 8, red-eyed sitting on the wooden bench bordering the World Map wall.

I’m sitting here, working on computer things, and Mr. 8 sits in the living room. He has to write the “real” pledge of allegiance fifty times before he can return to school. But first he’s watching Star Trek. Damn straight.

Go team!