God Bless the USA

I just need to rant for a moment....

Really America? REALLY!? What the hell has our national pride come to when we'd rather cheer the failures of our President than potential success for our nation? Even worse, when the world rewards our President and shows faith in our nation, we complain!? We say that he didn't deserve it rather than celebrate a monumental step in the thought process of the World! For years, they've been sick and tired of the American ignorance and now they finally show faith in us and we spit on it.

Last I checked being American meant realizing that we are greater than the parts of our sum. That the successes of all of us benefit everyone. It doesn't matter what religion, what culture, what race, what sex you are. It matters that you live here, that the flag is burned into your heart, that you recongize the sacrifices of those who protect your freedom is great, that the labors of the middle class push the country forward, that the innovations which come from 0ur education system raise us to new heights. It's about realizing that the from sea to purple sea and across every amber wave of grain, we are ONE, even if our ideals differ. Being American means the world to me. I try hard to contribute and appreciate what that means. The weight that it holds and the blessing that it is. I don't care what party your from, what the ethics and morals you believe in are, or even what race you are. Let's help this nation continue to be great. Not only for us, not only for our children, but also as a light to the rest of the world.

That is why they gave Obama the Peace Prize. They put hope and faith in us. We are the shining light of freedom in the dark nights of opression. Can't we put aside our differences long enough to celebrate that huge show of faith in the American dream? Can't we we be more than the sum of our parts? Can't we be..............great?

"I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free. And I won't forget the men who died, who gave that right to me! I will proudly stand up, next to you, and defend her still today! Cause there ain't no doubt, I love this land......God Bless the USA."

Can't read my.....can't read my poker face

Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun......

I want to write something creative. Slit my aching heart and let it bleed all over the page. I want it splattered and stained with all my teenage angst. I want the edges burned and charred black with my fury. I want it to lie in a dark corner of a candle lit room, crumbled and discarded. Left to sit, a monument to failure, to love, to complete and uttery misery. Twilight reveals raw emotion but the world will never know. The ace of spades is only beaten by the queen of hearts........but she can't read my poker face.

Can't read my poker face.