Independence Hall | Philadelphia

Did I used to read United States History textbooks on the weekend because I was riveted by every detail of Harrison's presidency? Yes. Did I take two historical tours of Washington, DC with my high school AP History teacher and fellow nerds? Yes. Did I totally win the Constitution Bowl in my AP Government & Politics class? Um, you bet I did. I'm related to Chester A. Arthur and Roger blame my DNA. Don't ask me how many times I've seen the musical 1776. Just don't. I'll start singing about congressional incubators and salt peter. No one wants that.

Did I cry during my recent tour of Independence Hall. Sure did. For all the things our founding fathers were not - (and trust me, I worship Howard Zinn's "People's History" and will debunk elegiacally nostalgic myths surrounding those infamous men as quickly as any radically-left critic) - they were brilliantly creative and amazingly optimistic. I've prattled on in this blog before about the mind-blowing experiment that is America and our unique brand of representative democracy, but I will say it again: I love the idea of America.

I argue with our leaders and I question the use and abuse of their authority and I fight for everyone's right to join in that argument because I believe in this experiment; the ever-shifting experiment that is government of the people, by the people, for the people. I continue to fight because I want this country to be all that it can be and we do not yet live up to our own creed: All [persons] are created equal and endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights; among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

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