Defying Gravity

Tears are pouring from my eyes in such volume it takes both sleeves to absorb the torrent. I'm experiencing something unbelievable. Something transformational. Something surreal. It occurs to me that the last time I had this feeling was on the morning of September 11th 2001. Only this time, the towers are going back up.

There were no tears on that morning seven years ago. It was too surreal. That was Jerry Bruckheimer fucking with us. It couldn't be real. But it was and the world changed forever, not for the better.

The tears came later, when I saw the cheap little American flags flapping on every other car. The real sadness came with the realization that this jingoism would be tapped into and manipulated by the powers that be. It was one of those sinking feelings, and it was followed by seven years of watching Bush, Cheney, Rummy and the gang take our flag and use it to justify their actions, the actions of the most despicable bunch of criminals in modern history. I was heartbroken almost on a daily basis.

I'm experiencing something unbelievable. Something transformational. Something surreal. This time not from the likes of Bruckheimer but from Capra. Still no tears, but wait, they're coming. I notice the American flags all around Grant Park and it hits me. We got our flag back.

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