I have to remind myself that I'm American. I forget sometimes. So much of my country is a bit foreign to me. Growing up in the late 60's, and through the 70's, a lot of promises of peace and love were made. Now I feel like America is that parent that means well, but never shows up on your birthday with a present. So much potential, wasted in wrong directions.
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