See there? In the middle of this playground, past the rusty swingset, and the off-axis merry-go-round. Just over there next to the willow, theres a whole crayola box of children playing in the sandbox. They're all helping each other build a castle, even though it will only tumble down in a cascade of water hardened sand, by the briefest gust of wind. Even though this castle wont last the night. There's the all american golden boy, helping the korean exchange student, brace one of the castle's towers with a couple of old hardened willow branches that Jaime found underneath the tree. Right next to them the muslim twins and the new girl (just moved here from Mozambique), keep giggling, because the moat they just dug keeps getting filled in with sand. Look around the park. Its empty except for the sandbox, and the ghosts of yesterdays games. Pretty soon thier parents will all be here to pick them up, but right now theres not one adult in sight, and all the children are gloriously happy because of it. They know.... they just KNOW, that when they all go home, there will be dinner, and then thier families will gather in front of thier televisions and inundate themselves with the paranoia that CNN, MSNBC, and FOXnews unintentionally spout on thier way to uncover the "truth". And maybe after one too many sessions of the media brainwashing, thier parents might not let them all play together anymore. How do I define "Progressive?" Playing in a sandbox , where the only colors that matter is the flag we all drew together to place on top of a castle made of shared dreams....