Under the Same Proud Flag (or "DAMN YOU, HOPE!")
My rich and solid sense of snarky political cynicism, perfected since my early teens, started in early childhood (my earliest political memory is of watching either Reagan or Bush the first on television and hearing my father say "You see that man? He is full of crappola."), is getting a real bat to the skull lately.
Goosebumps, hair-standing on end, a lump in throat, a swelling of pride.... there must be something in my eye. Particularly around 32:00....
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And I am also of course mindful that this week celebrates the 88th anniversary of the 19th amendment, which means I can take all these leanings I have and apply them in November.
Goosebumps, hair-standing on end, a lump in throat, a swelling of pride.... there must be something in my eye. Particularly around 32:00....
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And I am also of course mindful that this week celebrates the 88th anniversary of the 19th amendment, which means I can take all these leanings I have and apply them in November.