I can say what I want to say about the war in Iraq. Oh, I'm sorry, most media outlets are now calling it a "conflict." I can criticize all I want and call Shrub all the names I want. I can lament the foreign military presence in Iraq and the bombed out skeletons of what used to homes for Iraqi citizens. I can say "yes, I'm glad Saddam Hussein is gone, BUT ..." and lift my nose in disdain for what I largely have considered a colossal waste of money and human life. I can even let my most pessimistic self come forth and scoff at the possiblity of a truly democratic nation being birthed from the ashes of war and destruction.
But I can't say that I love my right to vote here in America as these men do, and I can't say that I have the same passion and faith in my political process as these men do, and I can't even begin to feel the hope that these people feels for the people and country that they evidently still love so much.
And because of that, I am humbled.
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