Wednesday, 05 November 2008

  • To those who feel they've lost America:

    X wants to throw up.

    X is fasting and praying for REAL hope from the lord!

    X is shaking her head. Poor America.

    X is not supporting our new president and you cant make me

    X says are you kidding me? obama makes me sick.

    X is going to move to another country.

    X gives up on America

    This is what is flashing across my screen tonight. Hate and apathy that rival even my worst. Amidst tears of joy and grave faces of acceptance are you; you who cry not inward, but outward, and show hues that no patriot could accept in any flag.

    I'm not one to mince words, but I think today a hearty 'fuck you' won't suffice. I was rooting for Barrack Obama from the onset; that makes me biased for him, but I would put forth that my judgment of these people is fairly objective.

    America is not ruled by the president; it is not ruled by an administration. America is not ruled by Congress, the Supreme Court, or any other branch of government. America, so long as her ideals are alive, is ruled by you the people. You are the people who espouse the ridiculous nationalism I hate, but I must respect because it is what keeps this country alive, in part. It is you who elect and under law have the power to remove officials. It is you who rule the nation.

    This brings us to the precipice. You whom I debated with such passion for weeks, you who I received so many accusations of treason and ignorance from, just as I claimed so much negativity of you, you who claimed you loved your country more than I: Don't let my accusations of hypocrisy stand.  I hope those of you who fall accused have not let partisanship or my overt hatred of your responses sway you away to huddle in reddened colors and pantomime the bickering of some Hebraic Exodus. You are only abandoned as you are detached from your beliefs.

    Those of you who claimed doom upon your nation, who claim freedom has abandoned your nation: You are your nation's rulers and your edict is absolute. The pride of your nation is intangible, but it is palpable. It is creatable, but more importantly it is always, always, always precarious. If you love your nation, then do so, for if we are our nation then shame is self deprecation.

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