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Oh such a shame it is to see so many of The United State’s youth shunning and booing its country. For shame.

To Smurf:

Of course none of us ever fought in the great war for independence. Or even the second. We didn’t help England and France Triumph in World War 2. None of us have ever fought even our own countrymen, and shed their blood for our beliefs. But you know what? We haven’t had the chance. We have not had to work hard to maintain our freedom, and THAT is one the MANY things that we celebrate on the 4th of July. You even claim that you take all of these rights that have been HANDED to you, that you have had to do NOTHING to achieve, for granted. You then continue to say that everybody… EVERYBODY else does this. This is another one of the many things that we celebrate on the 4th of July. We are thanking those that have fought for us, and died to make this country what it is today.

It is true that people only act on their freedom one day a year. Would you like us to set off fireworks, and have fun, and be joyous, and get exhausted once a week? Or perhaps every day?

Currently, right now, we have over 1500 troops in the middle-east fighting for us. Fighting to make America a better, safer place, and you slash their efforts with your slandering and insults of how patriotism is corrupt.

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I am a product of America. I am strong. I am proud. I am arrogant. I look at the world around me and I see people in need, people to help. But I also see personal gain. I see the towering skyscrapers and beautiful suburban centers. But I also see the poor man sitting on a street corner with a sign: “Help your brother”. I see my brothers and my sisters. I see them triumph, succeed in their world. And I am glad. But I also see the other brothers who weren’t so lucky.

Lost, alone, cold. But at the same time I don’t see.

I see green fields and wildflowers. That was twenty years ago. I see a barren wasteland now, all that is left of my earth and my mind. I think, but everything is distorted. I am mesmerized by mindless propaganda, my thoughts are not my own. I am mechanical. I speak what I am told. I walk in the direction of the masses. They tell me to keep walking, don’t look back.

Ten thousand banners wave in my face. They mean nothing to those who wave them. They see red, they think freedom. I see red, I think blood. They see blue, they see the success of their beloved nation. I see blue, I think of drowned individualism. Programming. They see white, they see a new start for all. I see white, I see a mind wiped clean. Programmed to the standards of the masses.

I see violence. Trying to do right. But even thoughts of right are always wrong. I see the fighting men as they die for something they don’t understand. I don’t understand. They tell me that they are right, and I believe. My thoughts are not my own.
I see my brothers. But they are on the other side of the line. They tell me that they are right. And I believe, for disbelief is death. By drowning. In a sea of hate. My thoughts are not my own.

Images flash before me. Flowers, fields, smiles, rain. Hate, Death, Violence, Shame. But it means nothing to me. I am programmed. Irreversible. I am a child of industrialism, capitalism, patriotism, propaganda. Made in the USA. I am a product of America.

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I have but one thing to say to this:

You are what you choose to be. Nobody can tell you who you are, what you can be, or who you will be. This is up to you and you alone.

The 4th of July is not only to drink, party, and play with fireworks.

The 4th of July is to

Thank the soldiers who have shed blood for us and our rights.
Thank the leaders that led us to freedom and victory time and time again over every obstacle.
Thank other races for accepting us as real people after we’ve treated them so poorly.
Thank the people of this country for working hard to provide our citizens with homes, our soldiers with comfort, our land with green grass and clean water.
The 4th of July is to thank you and me for a job well done.

If you lack the heart to love your own country, then visit Washington D.C., and I guarantee inspiration. But until then, consider yourself no friend of mine, for I love my country.