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I promise to stop with the Obamarama…. soon. Not quite yet.

Today, what made me cry, watching the Obama Express whistlestop tour’s stop in Baltimore:

people clapping and yelling for the Pledge of Allegiance. The PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE.

I mean first of all, they knew and recited the words en masse, with feeling, unprompted.

Maybe (probably) I’m overly pollyanna about this but … to me it says, people are proud to be American again. And for some, it’s been a really really long time.

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