Sometimes people's effusions of patriotism make me wrenchingly sad... they look like they're holding little rag scraps of flag out to the universe, seeing if it will answer, not kill them, give them meaning, give them something besides Waltzing Matilda... the bathos, you can cut it with a knife, ma... I guess it's one of those days.
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