Didn't know I was UnAmerican...
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I've been thinking for a while that maybe, maybe, I don't like my country. I had come to the hesitant conclusion that I really didn't care. That maybe I was UnAmerican. I loved the history of the country, what it was founded on, but I didn't love the country itself, what it'd become. I didn't love the people, and I despised the government to the bottom of my core.
And I didn't really like this feeling, but I had decided it was how I truly felt. And what was so wrong with not loving your country? What difference did that make? How did that make you a bad person? How was your merit as a person somehow changed if you didn't care for your country? Some people say if you don't like your country, maybe you should just leave. Funny, I was thinking the same damn thing.
,br> I was even pondering writing an entry about it. Not to have to announce it or anything, but to get a chance to explore my feelings. The truth was I was uncomfortable with saying "I don't like my country." And I thought about why it troubled me. I couldn't give a crap about being patriotic. The word "patriot" has changed meanings since it was created. I give a crap about what the word used to mean. But what it has come to mean? Fuck it.
And I've been thinking about this, feeling hollow about it, when Michelle came across this:
And we sat and watched it. And we cried. Not just a little, either. We were weeping. Still sniffling and feeling melancholy a half hour later.
The reason I felt uncomfortable saying I didn't like my country was because it's not true. I wouldn't be crying if I didn't love my country. I do. I realize it now. I love my country. I love this country.
I realized, just because I hate the people who call me UnAmerican, because I hate the people who made this country the way it is now, the people in control of the government now, doesn't mean that I hate the whole thing. Half this country feels the same way I do. Half this country is behind me. I can't ignore them by saying I hate the country. I can't. They're with me, and we're tired of bullshit. I don't know what we can do, but I think together... This sounds so corny, but goddammit, there are so many of us we have to be able to make a difference. I have hope for this country, because I believe in it, and I believe in us.
Maybe you're feeling the same way I was. Maybe you need a wake up call. Please, click the link. And let's get our heads together and do something about this. Everything depends on it.
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with love from CRS @ 5:49 PM
Sunday, July 31, 2005
I've been thinking for a while that maybe, maybe, I don't like my country. I had come to the hesitant conclusion that I really didn't care. That maybe I was UnAmerican. I loved the history of the country, what it was founded on, but I didn't love the country itself, what it'd become. I didn't love the people, and I despised the government to the bottom of my core.
And I didn't really like this feeling, but I had decided it was how I truly felt. And what was so wrong with not loving your country? What difference did that make? How did that make you a bad person? How was your merit as a person somehow changed if you didn't care for your country? Some people say if you don't like your country, maybe you should just leave. Funny, I was thinking the same damn thing.
,br> I was even pondering writing an entry about it. Not to have to announce it or anything, but to get a chance to explore my feelings. The truth was I was uncomfortable with saying "I don't like my country." And I thought about why it troubled me. I couldn't give a crap about being patriotic. The word "patriot" has changed meanings since it was created. I give a crap about what the word used to mean. But what it has come to mean? Fuck it.
And I've been thinking about this, feeling hollow about it, when Michelle came across this:
And we sat and watched it. And we cried. Not just a little, either. We were weeping. Still sniffling and feeling melancholy a half hour later.
The reason I felt uncomfortable saying I didn't like my country was because it's not true. I wouldn't be crying if I didn't love my country. I do. I realize it now. I love my country. I love this country.
I realized, just because I hate the people who call me UnAmerican, because I hate the people who made this country the way it is now, the people in control of the government now, doesn't mean that I hate the whole thing. Half this country feels the same way I do. Half this country is behind me. I can't ignore them by saying I hate the country. I can't. They're with me, and we're tired of bullshit. I don't know what we can do, but I think together... This sounds so corny, but goddammit, there are so many of us we have to be able to make a difference. I have hope for this country, because I believe in it, and I believe in us.
Maybe you're feeling the same way I was. Maybe you need a wake up call. Please, click the link. And let's get our heads together and do something about this. Everything depends on it.
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