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I Do Love My Country

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We are an amazing country. This afternoon I sat in Qdoba Mexican restaurant eating some really good and affordable guacamole and watching regular raggedy people roll by in expensive new cars and new clothes and living the way people in most of the rest of the world can only dream about. How can you hate the nation that gave us the fattest, most spoiled “proletariat” in the world. You know the 1% don’t trouble me not one little bit. The economy is not a zero sum game. People who are doing well are not robbing from those poorer than themselves. In America, our working class business folk, entrepreneurs somehow have figured out how to make themselves wealthy while giving people things they want, employing people and making all of us able to do better as well. A rising tide lifts all boats as the saying goes. 

So how is it that so many people hate the very nation that made it possible for us all to live so well. When I see folks out on the streets walking around doing the things they want to do, I see people of all races, religions, education levels and economic circumstances. What I don’t see a lot of are starving children and homeless folk except in cities where the left has offered lures to attract crowds of drug addicts and mentally ill folks (after closing mental health facilities that could help them and turning them loose on the streets). The homeless are a handy way to give this nation a black eye in the political wars, but only if you can bunch them up in third world looking ghettos so you can prove your point. But the truly poor are such a tiny minority of people – perhaps the smallest percentage of poor in the world, except in countries that America is propping up with billions in aid and trade imbalances. And in a lot of countries, what we call our “poor” would be middle and upper class folk (they have cars, plenty of food and television).

The folk Marx called the “proletariat” in his various manifestos were not the outliers in society like they are here. His proletariat were folks like you see in this street scene below. Regular raggedy folk whom Marx’s devoted followers time and again made into a poor, colorless, downtrodden amorphous crowd of barely supported borderline poor that the dear leaders refer to as the “masses” or (if they are being honest in how they really feel) the “unwashed” masses.

America is a lovely place. Go out and see it some time. Ask yourself why your nation, that so many people who live here and know better, condemn and criticize.

 I love my country. I just flat out do.

© 2019 by Tom King

2 replies on “I Do Love My Country”

The only things that really reflect poorly on America are the Americans who hate it. They do love our milk and honey, though, especially when it’s seasoned with the sweat of another American’s brow.

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