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Being An August Wise Man
The dictionary defines an “august” person as “inspiring reverence or admiration; of supreme dignity or grandeur; majestic.” Well, August happens to be the month I was born so I’ve got a lot to live up to. Unfortunately, I can’t say that I’ve always done that very well.
Of course, the biological classification for my species, homo sapiens, translates to “wise man”, and I can’t say we’ve really lived up to that very well either. Nevertheless, we have had our moments, and just as I still have a few decades to craft the art of living and live up to being a true child of August, I’m also optimistic that my species will embrace wisdom as we move forward.
Just as I love my species, I also love my country, and just as there are other species that I often prefer spending time with, I also don’t get very caught up in the exceptionalism of the nation of my birth. As a matter of fact, I often think that my country, myself included, is often responsible for a good amount of the idiocy and ignorance that keeps my species from living up to its name. That’s largely what drew me to write my latest song, “God Bless, America”.
