So when the president heaved that ragged sigh — a singular moment during in his public life since his election — or when he went silent for a few moments while talking about 9-year-old Christina Taylor-Green, you felt it in your bones. Chances are, even that “puddles in heaven” line knocked down your well-fortified wall of cynicism and kicked you right in the gut. Nationalism is idiotic and patriotism is hollow. But there are those rare, special moments when a leader hits it so far out of the park that even those who don’t usually care about the game are amazed and awed. And that, among many other reasons, is why a lot of us love this stupid, mouth-breathing, donut-chomping, oil-spilling, war-mongering, brave, loving, generous, reflective, beautifully fucked-up fever dream of a country.
Reblogged from the original joe fisher.
