A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
There's a great new book that I browsed at the bookstore yesterday. Check out the website:
http://www.sorryeverybody.com/But, really, this doesn't do the book justice. It is really poignant in a sad, depressing way.
My dad asked me if I was proud to be an American. I couldn't answer him, which made me sad. I'm proud to be me, and I'm
glad to be an American for many reasons. But, no, I don't think I'm
proud to be an American. I'm definitely not proud that 50% of us think that George Bush is an intelligent man. Or that 50% of us think that what he stands for should be what America symbolizes. Why is it that we have more freedoms than anyone else in this planet but that The Administration (*gloom*) justifies taking away other people's freedoms. And why don't people question this? If you ask me, American's are just too high up on their mighty horse--busy changing and passing judgement on other people's morals. What is wrong with us?
Here ends my nonsensical political rant.