I Am...Such a Sucker

for fireworks that make my heart stop. and 21-gun salutes after Mass. and the trumpets and snares of those age-old songs we (some what shamefully) only bring out for a day and a half each year. and the Republic for which it all stands.

because for those moments I'm just a girl. a little girl with braids in her hair, wearing a blue plaid school jumper, saying the Pledge with my hand over my heart, crossing myself before I sat back in my wooden little seat. who only knew the wonderful and good of our Country. knowing I was born into the finest nation on earth, and thanking God every morning for it.

with age comes many things. happiness and life and knowledge of many great things. but more knowledge also brings with it more dissapointment and sadness, in some ways.

but for a moment just now I was that little girl again. watching a video. and I'm a sucker. a speech writer's greatest accomplishment is in making their candiate timeless. not my candidate. not even my favorite musicians. and yet, yet there was something there. something timeless.

"its that Patriotic something that noone can understand"
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"When he had spoken in opposition to my opinion, had produced a great effect, and I myself had been highly delighted and moved, I have asked myself, when he ceased, 'What the devil has he said?' and could never answer the inquiry."--Jefferson on P. Henry's famous Give Me Liberty
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the cynical me reminds all of us that it was indeed a writer with a 'way'