Do you remember when it was a matter of pride to say you are an American?
Do you remember being able to say, out loud, God bless America?
Do you remember when you didn’t have to worry about your religious rights being challenged?
Do you remember when patriotism was not a dirty word, and, in fact, was taught to children in school?
Do you remember when immigrants came here looking for a new life, an American life, not a freebie life handed out with nothing required of them?
Do you remember when government was of and for and by the people not just a handful of elitists with their fingers in the global pie?
Do you remember when it was an honor to be a soldier, serving proudly to preserve the rights and freedoms granted to the citizens of this county?
Do you remember that law-abiding, hard-working, tax paying citizens of this country could count on the laws to protect them first, before anyone else?
Do you remember when there was a United States of America, a democratic republic hard fought for, sacrificed for and a beacon of light for the rest of the world?
For some reason, I’m struggling to remember exactly what it was like to be an American, unashamed, who lived, head up, no fear, in the land of the free and home of the brave.
Time dims memory and things change, people forget who they are and why they are who they are. And then others, who can’t allow individuals to just be free find ways to subvert and distort and eventually destroy what was once about as good as it can get in a fallen world.
Happy 240th America. Eat, drink and be merry while you still can.