Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Sometimes I remember why I love America

There is a lot to hate about America the country, and I'll often write about it.

But, sometimes, just sometimes, the US manages to approach the Platonic Ideal of America, the image we have when we talk about the American Dream, the ideal that the Founding Fathers were aiming at in their imperfect, only-human way.

After a slight digression about the worrying events in Lebanon, Kung Fu Monkey tells the anecdote of one such moment. Reading it, it made me proud to be, well, not American, but the sort of person who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Americans.

Read it, and remember what the ideal of America stands for, and weep for the tawdry confidence trick it has become.

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