What, don’t you love our country? And the great way everything is going, what with Libby getting off (in more ways than one I fear, but I ain’t goin’ there), and the war going on and on and on…

But you know, there’s enough here to save, I think. I will not be a pessimist. I will go to the parade tomorrow, I will eat my kosher hot dogs, I will make deviled eggs, and I will ooh and ah at the fireworks, surrounded by my children. I may even drink a beer.

But I don’t know that I’ll be waving a little flag.