Two Things I Love About My Country
I love the constitution like Barbara Jordan does, and if anyone hasn't heard how much she loves the Constitution, go here and listen up.
I love it even with its flaws. I love the ACLU. I love the Nazis hiking through Skokie. Oh, I even love the Second Amendment, just on principle. I love the terrorists getting out of Guantanamo and walking about free because if I recall from Social Studies, due process and habeas corpus were good things. Things we had that Mexico didn't have, much to our seventh-grade horror. "What do you mean they can just put you in jail for no reason? Why would anyone ever go to Mexico then?"
I love the fact that the Bill of Rights goes so completely against common sense sometimes, but the Supreme Court is there to go against human nature and hold the line for the law. If it were a man it would be Victor Lazlo in Casablanca. Perfect and impossible, when you really want to wallow in base pleasures with Rick, like a hot evening of torturing war criminals.
Saturn V Liftoffs.
Yes, it's a big phallic symbol and a waste of fossil fuel. However, while I'm immune to the charms of the flag, and military bands don't give me any chills, I will watch any Saturn V liftoff replay just for the moment the high-definition camera in the tower shows the slow crawl of the giant U, followed by the giant S, followed then by the A.
"U- S-A!" I say as it goes past, then I clap a little. And then I hug in my heart whatever marketing person put that camera there and turned the rocket so you could see the big USA climbing past.
Oh, and even better? Other countries might have Constitutions, but they don't have Saturn V rockets with their country's initials painted on them.