February 2, 2008

I’m really starting to feel like a minority in my homeland.  Why?

I am proud to be an Irish Dutch German African Nordic Scottish Italian French English Swedish Native American (et al) American. Geez, what a mouthful! And I guess, there’s more, but I haven’t uncovered the other ancestors yet.

I am the epitome of the American Dream. The Melting Pot. My blood bleeds red, just like yours. And hers. And his.

My ancestors missed the Mayflower, but made it over on the next ship and have been firmly entrenched on North American soil ever since. Bottom line - I live and breathe on American soil. I make my home here. Pay taxes to Uncle Sam here. And raise a family here.

I am an AMERICAN. My heritage is American.

If you’re living and breathing on American soil - you, too - are an American. Can’t you be proud of that? If not, then can I please stop supporting you through the taxes I pay?

‘Nough said.

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