Remember that speech that James Earl Jones gives towards the end of Field of Dreams:
The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.
And remember that last shot of cars lining up for miles, making the pilgrimage to Ray's cornfield, to try to recapture "all that once was good"?
I'm reminded of that every time I hear about the many Americans whose lives have been affected by Bush's game of Biggest Dickus in Iraq, who are dropping everything and going to Crawford, Texas to wait with Cindy Sheehan.
Here's an aggregation of articles about just some of them.
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