Capitalize the H

"Yeah, but you're not REALLY American."

I'd hear that a lot.

Growing up.

Not so much in NYC.

But later.

Later.

And not so much now.

But some still feel that way.

I can tell.

"Where you from?"

New Yawk.

"No, I mean where are you REALLY from?"

Some didn't mean anything by it.

But some chumps wanted me to feel less American.

And for a time, I did, I let these chumps win my mind.

I felt less than.

You never feel less than. If anything you feel a little more than. A LOT MORE than.

Shhhh.

Shh.

SH!

I'm on a roll here.

But I'm as American as they come.

At least, that's how I see it.

And that's why you come here, right?

To read how I see it.

Actually, why do you come here?

I'm a cantankerous.

"I am a real American."

Rebellious.

"Fight for the rights of every man."

Anti-social.

"I am a real American."

Believer.

"Fight for what's right."

Defender.

"Fight for your life!!!"

May we all have such right.

All over this pale blue dot.

THAT's American.

We're all a day older.

Some of us a day wiser.

But I haven't changed.

Not one bit.

Only my mind has.

To a country founded on.a good idea.

And to those who swore (and still swear) to uphold it.

On our sacred Honor.

Man, you don't do sheet.

I gotta do something about that.

Tomorrow, maybe.

Yeah, that sounds good.

Tomorrow.