Roll up your pants- the flood is here. "Obamacare" might just be the most popular word on my newsfeed today. But I'm not going to write about Obamacare today.
I'm going to write about a post of my friend Mike's- a clip from The Newsroom (an upcoming tv series written by Aaron Sorkin, writer of The West Wing). It's about American Exceptionalism.
What does it mean to be "exceptional?"
By definition, it means to be unlike others. And American Exceptionalism is typically connoted with America's supposed state of being not only "unlike," but also better than other nations. The idea stems from America's history as an immensely successful experiment: America emerged into nationhood through a revolution that had very minute odds of success. And following that revolution, men of exceptional valour, virtue, and courage fought off of the battlefield for a system of government that had no historical evidence of success.
The exceptional founding did not end with the ratification of the American Constitution, but rather with General Robert E. Lee's surrender at Appomattox- with the eventual passing of the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments, extending Constitutional and Lockean essential human rights to all humans.
We live in a nation built upon virtue, built upon courage, and built upon the essentail belief that all men are created equal, and that all men have equal rights to life, liberty and property.
Our founding, our history- our foundation. They are exceptional.
Today, I'm not sure that a majority of my friends know the words to the national anthem. Not sure that a majority of them will educate themselves at all before they vote- or that a majority of them will even vote. Not sure that Election Day will mean more than Black Friday; not sure that the Fourth of July will mean more than beer and barbecue. Not sure that names like Lincoln and King mean as much to us as Minaj and Bieber; not sure that we're exceptional at all; not sure that we care.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
My Summer Companion
These days, I've been spending lots and lots of time with Amelie. This is pretty much due to Mom's new calling as Relief Society President. She's pretty busy. Last night, Ethan had a swim meet, Dad had work..and the girls were at Girls Camp. Sooo...little bit and I went to play with Abbie (a.k.a. "Bobby"), her doggie Keeley, and her neighbor's pool.
As soon as we got in the car, she could hardly contain herself. She knew we were going to the doggie's house. (Turns out Amelie is quite the dog lover.) When we finally arrived, after five long minutes of anticipation... there was swimming, dancing, drinking.. (ya know. Apple Juice.)
Eventually it was time to go. It was "bye bye, doggie!" and "bye bye, Bobby!" and then we loaded up in the car. And I swear, before I even got in my seat and started it...
Good times.
As soon as we got in the car, she could hardly contain herself. She knew we were going to the doggie's house. (Turns out Amelie is quite the dog lover.) When we finally arrived, after five long minutes of anticipation... there was swimming, dancing, drinking.. (ya know. Apple Juice.)
Eventually it was time to go. It was "bye bye, doggie!" and "bye bye, Bobby!" and then we loaded up in the car. And I swear, before I even got in my seat and started it...
Good times.
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