I am an American. That's the way most of us put it, just matter of factly. They are plain words, those four. You could write them on your thumbnail, or you could sweep them clear across a bright autumn sky. But remember too, that they are more than words. They are a way of life. So whenever you speak them, speak them firmly; speak them proudly; speak them gratefully. I am an American. ... a tradition
My ancestors fought in the Revolutionary War. Some were here with the first Dutch colonists in New Amsterdam. My great Grandfather served with the 11th Illinois at Fort Donalson and Shilow. My father and uncles on both sides served from North Africa to the Coral Sea.
I am a liberal. I respect those of the conservative bent. I respect the Republicans of the Eisenhower variety. I do not respect Rushpublicans.
When I look at my family reunions now, I see every race of man. Like my nation. And I am proud of that. I am proud that my nation elected a man to the Presidency that speaks well, that is a Constitutional scholar, and would never state that the Constitution of this nation is a mere peice of paper.
I was proud of my nation when Reagan challenged Gorbachev to "tear this wall down". And I volunteered for this nations military service when we were looking at missiles in Cuba. And was on base, in uniform, when we stopped those Soviet ships. As were many conservatives.
I am an American. All those that serve, that have worked for the betterment of this nation on the job, and have volunteered their time and fortune for their communities, are my brothers and sisters. We may have family fights, but they are my brothers and sisters, no matter what their complexion, religious belief, or lack thereof.
