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lagilmanGinmar's theory on love, hope and patriotism-as-a-good-word
I sometimes think we've lost our excuses for hope here. Every time I'm confronted with the issue of gay marriage, I'm amazed that something so irrelevant can be become so important in some people's minds. Is love so plentiful in this world that we can pick and choose who gets to fall in love with which person? It's nothing but a form of hate to reject one person's hopes that way. Love is nothing but the purest form of optomism there is, putting one's faith on another person, as well as one's trust.
I've never loved my country because she was strong and powerful and... all that. I loved her because she was like my parents, flawed and unique, and occasionally in trouble because she tried to do the right thing, no matter what the cost. "The Star-Spangled Banner" isn't about an overwhelming victory. It's about a bunch of guys who don't know, lying in their foxholes, if their brand-new nation has survived the night. The only way they can tell is to check and see if their flag is still flying over the fort at 'dawn's early light.'
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I sometimes think we've lost our excuses for hope here. Every time I'm confronted with the issue of gay marriage, I'm amazed that something so irrelevant can be become so important in some people's minds. Is love so plentiful in this world that we can pick and choose who gets to fall in love with which person? It's nothing but a form of hate to reject one person's hopes that way. Love is nothing but the purest form of optomism there is, putting one's faith on another person, as well as one's trust.
I've never loved my country because she was strong and powerful and... all that. I loved her because she was like my parents, flawed and unique, and occasionally in trouble because she tried to do the right thing, no matter what the cost. "The Star-Spangled Banner" isn't about an overwhelming victory. It's about a bunch of guys who don't know, lying in their foxholes, if their brand-new nation has survived the night. The only way they can tell is to check and see if their flag is still flying over the fort at 'dawn's early light.'
(quoted with permission)
