Are there any Americans left?

Sitting on the patio watching as the breeze scatters cherry blossoms across the lawn. Not a cloud in the sky. Serenaded by a lawnmower somewhere in the background and competing songbirds. Life is rather pleasant. Right here. Is this what I was supposed to want? Is this the dream? Is this the product of my pursuit of happiness found at the end of a long road of hard work? My pot of gold? I suppose it is if one is content. Or maybe I got this whole concept of pursuing happiness or living the dream somehow backwards.

The United States of America is unique, exceptional, in that it is the only country on the face of this planet founded on the concept of individual liberty bound by a Constitution that guarantees it. A country founded on the belief that all are free to pursue life, liberty and happiness. The pursuit of happiness? Yes. The only requirement is that the pursuit aligns with the laws of the land.

From the beginning of our country people have taken up arms, fought and died to guarantee the pursuit, not define it. No one has ever fought or died in war to defend what you believe. They fought to defend your right to believe it. As we continue our civil war with every identity group demanding that others kow-tow to their world view, it is important to make that distinction.

If your life centers on a sexual relationship with a member of the same sex, you can do that here in the land of the free. You have no right however, to expect me or anyone to embrace your lifestyle or make special concessions for it. The reasonable expectation that you do have is that because of your beliefs, no one is going to throw you from the top of a tall building.

It is quite obvious when many of these groups declare their desire for fair and equal treatment that what they clearly want is dominance. They want to oppress any opposing point of view and destroy anyone who does not accept their way. That is not pursuit of happiness. That is not freedom. That is totalitarianism. Absolutism. There is only one way and it is our way. That is not American. Or to quote our President, that is just not who we are. Perhaps if you believe that way, it is the end of America you seek. You seek to end the exceptional rule. You want a rule where I now must agree to fight for what you believe and not your right to believe it. You want a rule where I must forego my view of the pursuit of happiness and embrace yours.

I am an American. Freedom is my birthright. It is also yours. I will defend our birthright. I will never bend myself into a politically correct pretzel out of fear of being labeled a bigot for not accepting what you believe.

Considering the millions of immigrants who have entered this country illegally and the thousands more that continue to pour across our wide-open borders, one must wonder how many of them want to become Americans. How many of them got up that morning and said I am walking across this desert and that border because I want to be an American? How many of them have even the slightest idea of what being American means? Why did they come here? They know America is a wealthy nation, the land of plenty and they want some of it. Fair enough. But they are coming here to obtain some of that wealth with no understanding of what created it in the first place or what it takes to preserve it. But, in fairness, neither does many supposedly college educated Americans these days.

There is certainly a cultural civil war underway. Identity groups want everyone to listen to them and no one else. They appear not to care if America lives or dies preferring to stand on our flag rather than beneath it. Immigrants continue to pour in by the millions. There is no evidence they seek to be Americans, preferring instead to fly the flags of the failed nations and cultures they fled. At this rate, some future generation may look around and wonder if there are any Americans left.

America the place may end some day. America the idea never will.

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