I found out yesterday that Senator Barack H. Obama is actually not married to Oprah. Yeah, it was news to me too. Michelle Obama, yesterdayday in Milwaukee, said "Let me tell you, for the first time in my adult life, I am proud of my country." It took her husband moving up in the Presidential contention ranks for her to finally find something to be proud of? Jeez. I wonder what it will take for her to admit she... yeah, you guessed it, loves... her country. What about World War Two? The stories of the American tanks of 18 year old GIs rolling in to liberate towns? The stories that the townspeople, who had been terrorized by men on tanks for so long, but who wouldn't run from us because we are the good guys? What about the Civil War? Was that not just? What about the Civil Rights Act or the Ryan White Act or the way our athletes represent us in the Olympics? What about us helping in the Orient after the the killer tsunami? It's astounding. It's embarrassing. Has she never read the story of the Founding Brothers, pledging the lives, honor, and fortunes to this new people? So many stories, they all choke me up. They also choke up Senator Clinton, if you remember her tears in South Carolina as she spoke about the progress our country has made.
From America (via the Beatles) to Michelle:
I want you, I want you, I want you.
I think you know by nowI'll get to you somehow.
Until I do I'm telling you so
You'll understand.
Michelle, my bell.
Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.
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