I know it's not the usual Sousa marches, fireworks, and jingoism; and Madpriest really won't like this (neither will the Republicans or Generation Y), but who cares.
My parents forbade me to see this movie when it came out in 1968(?). I didn't finally see the whole thing until about 1975 when I was 16 or 17. The Beatles meant a lot to the very few of us kids in Texas in those days who were NOT making apocalyptic concordances between the Bible and The Dallas Times Herald; who were NOT working for one of Nixon's or Wallace's campaigns; and who were NOT reading Spengler and flashing our KKK membership cards.
But the Bush/Cheney regime is in its last days, and I'm hoping for a new day. Even though I'm about to celebrate my 50th year with a colonoscopy exam sometime soon, I'd somehow like to feel my youth renewed like the eagle's and begin again. I remember dear old friends long gone, and I'm so grateful for new friends, as I watch this.
So here's to Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness guaranteed by Equal Justice Under Law...
and to The Love That Shines All Around You.