I’m probably gonna get in a whole heap load’a trouble posting this so close to Independence Day but thinking of the U.S. of A. and its history makes my brain go all sorts of crazy places.
Now I gotta say that I love this country and think its done some great things and I think it can still do greater things and I don’t hate on my nation at all but I also don’t shrink away from its warts…and telling Uncle Sam that he really should go get them removed by a dermatology expert or somethin.
Anyhoo I got a point here just bear with me. You see I understand why lotsa folks in lotsa places all over the durned world want to become U.S. citizens. It makes sense. There’s a a lot to love and a lot of opportunity here even in the doldrums of the world economic disintigration.
Europeans and Asians and Latinos and Arabs and all of them…totally understand.
But I have to ask myself when an African is working hard to become an American……well…..
….isn’t that kinda like seeking a romantic relationship with the guy who raped your grandmother when she was a child?
Okay let the hate comments flow I guess but I had to get that offa my bosom.