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Originally posted by Bill O'Rights
OK...I don't have time to argue all of your points, so I'll just pick this one, for the time being. Sorry SF, I am an American, and America most certainly is my nationality. The first "O'Rights" stepped off of the boat from Manheim Germany in 1722. I have no ties to Deutschland. I speak just enough German to get my face slapped by some frueliens in Frankfurt. So, I am an American, by blood, by heritage and by destiny. And, by the way, I'm also pretty damn proud of it.
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Dude, have you ever been to Europe?
I was in Britain a few years back, from which my father's family emmigrated in the late 1700's to Canada.
It was a wierd feeling being there.
I went to a wedding in a church outside of Oxford that was almost a thousand years old. A THOUSAND YEARS OLD. The Brits were all very nonchalent about it all, and I was amazed that the place was still standing. (Even though it smelled pretty musty I remember.)
Anyway, a strange feeling came over me while in Britain. Although it's not home, I had the feeling I was where I had a history, a geneological tie to something. I imagined hundreds of generations of my family sprang from this place.
In essence, I had returned home. I had returned to that swamp that a long time ago (in a galaxy far far away) my ancestors crawled out of.
I can't explain it better than that.
And I consider myself a pretty patriotic Canadian to boot, but after all, North America never belonged to the Europeans.