I’m not often proud of myself or self satisfied in anyway, but one thing I am proud of is my fundamental American-ness.

When people are like you’re an arrogant American I’m like “yes. Yes I am.”

It actually makes me happy when they say that lol

I am American to my core. I was raised on American principles by my father and grandfather who were both good Americans themselves.

I’m not confused about what America is. I’m not confused about what an American is or what it means to be one.

I have no real desire to learn much about my Irish or German roots.

I have no desire to travel outside of America. I mean I have and I will if necessary but like why? You know?

I love America. I’m a part of America. I want the best for America. I believe America is worth fighting for.

My daughter asked me what it means to be an American and I told her it means you can do whatever the fuck you feel like as long as you’re not harming another person.

That’s America.

Freedom. Something no one can ever take away from you. No matter what some dweeb in Washington tells you.

America is unruly. It’s restless. It’s chaotic. It’s beautiful. Like shockingly breathtakingly beautiful.

Reverence for personal liberty. Suspicion of the government. Fear of regulation. Fear of other people’s good intentions. Comfort with disorder over control. America motherfucker.

Loud brash chaotic hypocritical argumentative unruly contradictory half finished…

I’m proud to be an American.