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The republican party has provided an economic meltdown. The democratic supporter Michael Moore, gave us clean undies and Ramen noodles. Rising up, I am. 

…What does; “patriotism” mean, Mama?

 “I’m not sure, darling. Perhaps it means an inherent love of country too deep to explain its devotion…”

So here’s another secret about me; One of my most favorite things about having season tickets to the Jacksonville Jaguar games is this; the National Anthem. Yes, it’s true. Even though I have to admit that I don’t fully understand the lyrics. (I had to Google, “rampart,” y’all). I absolutely LOVE watching us all stand, remove our hats, and place our hand over our hearts. Ok, so I forget that part sometimes. But geez! I spent most of my youth saving the damn Queen and… “standing on guard for thee…” Canada style.

But here’s where cool comes in with a vibrating boom…there’s always a fly-over from U.S. jets after the anthem du jour. This last game vs. the Buffalo Chips- oops, I meant to say, Bills, I was seriously concerned that our pilots had gone haywire. The National Anthem had ended and yet I was staring into the sun with the sinking heart of a child when she finds out that Santa just isn’t able to stop by this year. “Maybe they’re coming at half-time,” said I. But no, the zoomy-boomy-looming planes were merely lining up for the right formation. To see and hear them approach y’all? It is an amazing feeling. I hate war. I hate that our jets go to war. I hate that our countrymen have to fight anywhere and anything.  But dammit! I sure LOVE to watch our Air Force fly so close to me that I can feel them, so close that I feel safety because of them. I love this land o’ the free. I don’t give a shit what you think about the politics of our country-as long as you think about the women and men who are in it, flying it, facing it, living and dying it. I don’t salute Mr. Bush. But I WILL stand up, remove my hat and place my right (right, not left, Dee!), hand over my heart. Because I have one. I have a heart and that’s what makes me grateful this day, to be free. WAHOOOO AMERICA! Did you hear me shouting for you at the top of my lungs? Did you hear me?

Thanks to Yadge, for noticing the lack of scene. This is Fay. Here in Florida we obviously must deal with hurricanes. Duh! But Fay wasn’t no ‘cane, folks. Nope, just a tropical storm when she landed. She landed hard, landed wet. She prevented me from flying away to Ohio (bummer. Insert the sarcasm here). I moved my car to higher land. Thanks to Mary, the San Marco Market matriarch. We are bonified unifiers in times like these. We stand up and help one another. Funny, in the ironic sense that we don’t take these ideals to bed with us, eh? Why is it only in crisis that we stand up,  protect and serve each other? The bulkhead kept the sludgey,  St. John’s force at bay. But my personal blockade prevented any delusions on this  day…

I used to get so indignant (ok, still do), when I would hear folks refer to the attack on the World Trade Center Towers as the; 9/11 attack. “Nope, I would think to myself, it isn’t 9/11. I HATE that term. Can’t we spell it out in all its meaning? ” Is it not the least we can do to say the full date? Today it is seven years since seven years ago. Yes, today I shed  my Yankee born tears watching the re-enactment on the History Channel. Yes, I am still afraid. Yes, I still yearn for revenge. Revenge against something, someone, somewhere. But mostly I think, I am done. I am done with Bush and all his branches. I am ready to get over, get on, get going with things American. You know… things brave, things upright, things proud. I will not forget the events of September Eleventh, 2001. But I am SOOO ready to get upward and onward and beyond the stifling velcro of deceipt. I’m ready for difference, deliverance. I’m ready to carry the flag of the UNITED States Of America. Walk with me, please. But, let’s not forget a single thing, ok? Let’s not “Palin” comparison in the face of  “Barack.”

Let’s stay quiet for a moment and just remember those who are not here to give their opinion. Those who gave up their lives, those who had no choice…