As a liberal, I consider anointing the flesh at the crease of my elbow with patchouli oil to be one of life's simple pleasures.
I attend documentary films that feature the heart-wrenching stories of those less fortunate than me in order to feel closer to their experience.
The films I attend are shown in vintage art theaters that have been lovingly restored by members of the surrounding community.
The word community is special to me. I support communities.
Others are charmed by my self-deprecating good humor, which is the hallmark of any good liberal.
I disdain irrational religious practices such as the handling of snakes unless said practices are being practiced by peoples indigenous to remote corners of South America.
When I drive on a road constructed with recycled debris, my heavy angst abates, however fleetingly.
I find tie-dyed clothing whimsical.
I find the word "whimsical" whimsical.
I own a handbag crafted from recycled rice sacks that was purchased by a liberal friend of mine while she vacationed in Southeast Asia. My liberal friend, however, did not enjoy said vacation so much so that it would have infringed on her respect for the people of Southeast Asia.
I am good-naturedly disappointed in my inability to achieve the Lotus position.
I am concerned about my carbon footprint, but more concerned about others who are not concerned about their carbon footprints, so I am concerned about their carbon footprints for them. I refer to this practice as carrying the carbon footprint of others, which subtlety suggests burden without actually using the word burden.
I am, as a liberal, ashamed of my use of the word burden in the previous entry and realize that, in saying that I did not use the word burden while intentionally using the word burden, I have just practiced passive aggressive behavior.
The materialistic love I have for my Apple Computer products is disappointing mostly because it is not disappointing enough.
I believe in the Children.
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