They had me at "Imagine".
But the contrasts were so breathtaking as to be stunning.
No one claimed a divine mandate. No one spoke of fear and loathing. No one claimed that they, and they alone, had all of the answers to the horrors of complexity that confront us as the world spins away with blinding speed.
It was just a marvelous stew of people, all colors, all ages, meeting in joyous celebration.
Tea is the leaf of a plant.
Stew is an amalgam. The root, the stalk, the leaf and fruit. The seed and the herb. Spice and wine, broth and water, meat and fat. All simmered together for hours until the flavors blend and the whole is a tender and satisfying meal. A whole meal. Not a watery infusion of the leaf.
We saw a stew, today. A robust, flavorful, colorful mix of the faces and voices of America, joining together to celebrate one nation, with one purpose. Justice and fairness for all.
When contrasted with the Glen Beckathon the differences were remarkable.
Me? I'll take the stew over the pale watery drink at the fountain of anger and hate.