The Tea Leaf Patriotism Reader

Marty the magnificent has been the most popular attraction is this town, constabulary of course watching the ballot box. This is not to question the honesty of people with two birthdays: Identical twins. In this quiet yodel of a town, slice of heaven, more or less, must keep on high alert for anyone who just doesn't look right. You know the type, wearing an out of state sport's team jacket. Look at this foreigner here in the vicinity of the holy ballot. Let us stop and assess the situation. Take a picture of this dude. I mean his has to be a foreign spy or someone simply crass, but for some reason he looks American. This definitely belongs on some divisive political blog, but first, got to have an invocation for most political events today.

So where were we? I was looking at the tea leaves in my cup. Maybe there's a book 'Tea Leaf Reading For Dummies.' Don't know why this isn't taught in high school, but there is a connection between Marty and the so far assumed infamous stranger. Marty was one of two reasons the stranger had violated holy ground wearing a name of an enemy. Truth be told, it was an unplanned, unknown inconsequence that brought this stranger into our hallowed ground. Still, we are a big hearted people and we have Marty. This stranger was kindly taking his nephew to the voting booth to vote for the very first time, and yes the nephew lived in our state and wore the right team logo on his sweatshirt. Marty, is the highly trained seal and as you can imagine the whale and dolphins are a bit jealous. Real competition makes this a must see for both home grown and foreigners.

I might be suffering a state phobia. Most of the people I meet east or west of the Mississippi are ..., How should I say this? Crazy!!! How many would say that about sums it up? We're often crazy about everything that doesn't matter. The variety of our cultural nuances parlays a great strength in a can do and a can get it done right. We all are unique and form the skin of an umbrella too often ripped and torn. Divisive words never find peace. Such words only build differences. We need a brand new day and we need to roll up our sleeves and judge not woman or man, but smile and say I'm proud to be an American. Eight years in the wilderness. A hopeful Sun rising. Yes we can needs unity. No need or want of arrogance. Let us be a bright light for peace in the world (and at home too). An amazing time we are part of. Let's hold hands.