A word on America

This country fascinates me endlessly.  I’ll say that much.  Observe:

I’m not American, originally.  That much I will say, but as a kid, I believed myself to be American.  Then, as I got older, people told me I wasn’t American, so I just decided I wasn’t.  Then about two years ago, I decided I was really American and that coincided with me being officially American, so I’ve kind of embraced being American and what I am originally, well, not American.

So I like seeing the flag:

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