Mabel (an alias) is a lay reporter for CNN. She's proud to be a Muslim, having been weaned away from her previous fantasy because her boyfriend was Muslim, and she found him to be "more at peace" (when he zonked out on cocaine he demonstrated the same result, but the Muslim alternative was much cheaper).
But I digress, because what I really want to observe is her pride, and everyone else's. Like:
I'm proud to be gay.
I'm proud to be a Republican.
I'm proud to be (fill in the color).
I'm proud to be a left handed Aries with Aquarius rising, and I"m going to organize a LeftHandedAriesWithAquariusRisng Pride Parade.
Well Richie, what's your problem?
My problem is that I fail completely to understand how you fall in love with your own excellence for something that you are, through no volition of your own, or/and for something that you have become to which no unique virtue attaches (like tolerance, patience, courage, empathy...).
You suppose we'll ever see a "Gay Humility Parade"?
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