So this is a picture my son decided to draw tonight:
In case you can’t tell, that’s the Statue of Liberty doing the King Kong on a building that, I’m told, is George Washington’s house. There are fireworks and flags and two really cool eagles flanking the whole shibang and man, I love my kid.
The whole George Bush fiasco made me forget that saying you’re patriotic doesn’t always mean you’re insane. There was a time when being patriotic was pretty nice.
This picture is what that feels like.