Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
I am American AND I’M PROUD. I am PROUD AS FUCK to be American, no matter what our history is. I’m proud as FUCK to live in a country where I can scream fuck niggers, Republicans, crackers, chinks and/or faggots at the top of my lungs and the *worst* I’ll incur is MAYBE a minor public disturbance charge.
I’m proud to live in a vast, sprawling nation that is diverse AND beautiful. I’m proud as fuck to live in a place where I can go to New York, see ridiculous skyscrapers and maybe get cursed out by a schizophrenic on the Subway but within a few hours be atop the gorgeous, rolling hills of Kentucky or maybe the tranquil plains of Nebraska or the glorious mountains of Wyoming.
I am PROUD AS FUCK to be able to chill with the Cabazon Band of Indians, hearing their stories, sharing their heritage on Tuesday and be doing the exact same thing with White Appalachians of Kentucky Thursday morning.
I am an American. Have we done things in the past we SHOULD NOT be proud of? Hell yes and no one is denying that. But I’m tired of feeling like I should be ashamed of being what I am. I’m tired of feeling like “America” is a dirty word and that pride in my country is a criminal act. No matter what people say or think, we are badass. We have fought wars and left the world in stunned silence. We have saved millions of lives and instilled democracy throughout the world. I am American, and FUCK YEAH, I’m proud of it.