watching the nations parade in at the Olympics, who every four years
tunes in to the democratic convention to hear the roll call. And when
that roll call happens I can't hold back the tears.
My beloved California goes near the beginning, and the love I feel for
the largest state in the nation -- its liberal politics and its
diverse and thoughtful people --pours out despite my effort to hold
myself together. Then when the relatively quiet voice of the tiny
states gets heard --states like Delaware and North Dakota -- I choke
up again. Thereis something so innocent and yet powerful about
standing up for the group you represent. Soon come the proud Texans,
who never fail to move me with their brash confidence. And then when
it comes time for Wisconsin's turn, the state that grew me up, the
tears just flow and I feel as optimistic about life as a child.
Even as I write this, the emotion is swelling inside me and I am
blinking back the tears.
So imagine how I'm holding up right about now. Sitting in the
California section, looking over at Wisconsin, reveling in our
democratic-ness, on the verge of making history. And it's only Monday.
Who says Democrats aren't patriotic?
Who says?
Whomever says that has never met me.
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