Cassandra’s Love Letter to America
It looks like Cassandra and I are singing from the same songbook this morning.
I have a confession to make. I am truly, madly, deeply in love with America.
I love my country not because she is perfect, but because she wants so badly to be. I even love her faults, even the the kind of obsessive navel gazing angst that mistakes fallible humans and imperfect realization of our ideals for evidence of pervasive moral rot and in so doing, makes conscience the scourge that would make moral cowards of us all
Let me also say that Cassandra is one of the truly stunning American women I am most definitely thankful for today.
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