“President Obama” = I’m Proud to Be an American
I’m a 47-year-old, white, male, upper-middle-class Texan. And tonight I am proud to be an American. We have lived up to the fundamental precept of this country – all men are created equal. As a country, we make mistakes, we follow ill-advised paths towards unwarranted goals, we stick our heads in the sand about the large issues while simultaneously wailing and gnashing our teeth about unimportant bullshit. But we also self-correct. We blink our eyes, shake our head, stand up, look around, assess, re-evaluate, and take action. So far in our history it’s been two steps forward for each step back, meaning we keep making progress, even if we get off track for short periods.
I don’t love or hate Barack Obama, I don’t love or hate John McCain. Neither are angels or devils. Neither would have been my first
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