I am a portrait of an American girl. Born in 1974, I am a true mutt, a Heinz 57 girl, with every nationality in me. I am part Patawatomi Indian, French, Scotch-Irish, English, Swedish, German, Hungarian, and probably more that I don’t know yet. My Father was a small farmer in the Midwest (Buchanan, Michigan), an ex-Marine of 7 years’ service, and a good Christian man. We grew up in church with a belief that a good education was more important than finery. We had two dogs, a cat, a guinea pig, some fish here and there, and an occasional hermit crab. I can shoot a mean rifle and bow and arrow with accuracy. I can pitch a ball and hit pretty good and played in little league then church league. July 4th was a very very big party at our house with hundreds of dollars worth of fireworks, a barbecue and homemade ice cream. More important than all that was the fact that I am extremely proud of my American heritage. We are a free people, and not too many countries can boast that with such confidence. Our history includes pathetic and downright ugly occasions, some massacres and some bad political leaders, and that is not pretty. However, in getting us to freedom of speech, freedom to bear arms, freedom to govern ourselves and our families as our conscience dictates, freedom to worship the Lord together in church, freedom to speak, freedom to vote for those who start off good in office, freedom to work, freedom to own land, etc., all these freedoms come at high cost and include ugly stories and some absolutely divine and inspiring ones. I am proud of my ancestors who came over on the Mayflower and some that were already here and all they endured to keep surviving and having babies generation after generation until I am here today. I am proud of their integrity in raising generation after generation who cherished and read the Bible together and went to church. I am thankful to grow up in a time period where we could leave our doors unlocked and sleep soundly in our beds. I am thankful that I had friends who were many different colors and nationalities and we all had a great time together. I am proud that I walked freely in my neighborhood and everyone knew each other because people talked to each other. I am an American woman, and there is no place in the world I would rather claim as my beloved country. We need to pray and work hard to keep it that way. We are America, the freedom makers and defenders. We must continue this high calling from God.
When men and women are free, their imaginations are stronger than steel. When they are repressed, distracted, limited, controlled, their freedom and hope suffers and that cycles to a slow death of the imagination. Marketing appears to think outside of the box, but its evil is that they push you to think their way so is as much of a prison as the rest of the list above. So what do we do about that? We limit our ability to be repressed and distracted and controlled and manipulated by limiting their access to our minds and protecting our country from tyranny of any kind. We demand the politicians we are paying exorbitant salaries to do what is best for us and not themselves or other politicians. We limit our use of technology for our purposes and not their manipulations. We support our amazing military and veterans. We stop killing our unborn babies. We get back firmly to the moral code of conduct that has been ripped from us subtly over years and reinstall it in our schools and public buildings. We all get back to regular Bible study, prayer and fasting and do what is right. We support our greatest allies, Israel. This is, I believe, the only way we will successfully reverse any of this garbage we are dealing with in America now. We can be stronger than steal again. We can restore this country to its former glory. It is still the best place in the world, but we must improve and protect her. Many wish us harm. Harm will come if we do not do the above things and thus do not have the Lord on our side. We need God on our side to heal our country. We must pray to this end.