On a topical note, at least here we elect our leaders, not have them picked by the Army like just happened in Egypt.
Fourth of July, 2013
Here's part of that great song: "This is my Country", the lyrics spring to mind every time I see the colors flying in the breeze.
What difference if I hail from North or South
Or from the East or West?
My heart is filled with love for all of these.
I only know I swell with pride and deep within my breast
I thrill to see Old Glory paint the breeze.
Hear the song: LINK
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