“This is America!” a term that soars through amber waves of grain like a maverick bald eagle with a bad attitude. It whistles like the bullets of an AK-47 and hums like the CEO of a corporation who just created 1million jobs. Its purpose is to proclaim superiority. But in my case, it is my introduction. Why? Because I am America. I am the big belt buckle politicians wear when campaigning in the south, and the scoop of ice cream to go with your slice of apple pie. I am a romantic opportunist who carries a big stick and an even bigger gun.
I have some very big questions, regarding my well being, for some of the people in charge. I feel like we have a shortage of patriots and will be sending letters to some important people.
In God we trust: