Sorry Donkey, i know she's your crush but you need to get up earlier.
"So it's home again and home again, America for me./ My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be./ In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars/ Where the air is full of sunlight, and the flag is full of stars."
NOONAN
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Excellent article. I don't always agree with Ms. Noonan. But she quite often hits the ball way out into the bleachers. I particular like when she says:
"We had all grown up with two things, a burly conviction that we were American and an inner knowledge that we were also something else. I think we experienced this as a plus, a double gift ... "
"If you're an immigrant now, you don't have to let go. Which means you don't have to fully join, to enmesh. Your psychic investment in America doesn't have to be full. It can be provisional, temporary. Or underdeveloped, or not developed at all."
and by the way ...i kind of don't mind your cutting and pasting articles. as i said i don't always agree with them, but i like it when things are brought to my attention, things outside of my general realm of interest. keeps me on my toes.
that, plus i'm so lazy these days. i just sit on my back porch and vegetate. nice view. but hey, my brain is getting all soft.
I was going to comment but I decided to hit the snooze button instead.
Ok thats better. Well as the Book of Genesis said...
"its no fun being an illegal alien"
Wait, that was the Phil Collins led 80's juggernaut Genesis that said that. Close enough.
I will oft use the term "Irish" to describe myself but its more for literary effect to enhance the image of my roguish drunkenness, but the fact remains that I am an American through and through as can be ascertained from my nickname in the family.... Mick The Yank (very original considering that I am the only male American in the clan)
I too have a great pride in the inner knowledge of my family's heritage and history (current and past) in the "old country" but even more so for the sacrifices of my parents to come to this great land as kids with nothing but lint in their pockets and dreams in their hearts that gave me the great honor of being a citizen of the greatest nation to have ever grace god's green earth, The United States of America...and all the opportunities it provides me, not as a right but as a privilege.
I may drink green beer but I bleed red white and blue.
Now excuse me while I take a nap, someone wake me at happy hour.
Actually I have been known to drink Red White and Blue beer as well, the cheap swill that it was.
now that i'm out of the city, i get some decent radio (no, not satellite radio ... radio radio ... you know what i mean).
anyway, i re-heard this Nazareth song today and thought of ... the donkster:
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Talkin' jivey, poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see
guess you need to *hear* it to get the point ... what is my point you ask? zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ....
Thanks?
In your honor I shall rock it at the next Donktacular Karaoke Extravaganza.
rock on donksterhue, rock on.
but seriously, when you are karaoke-ing, you gotta do that song. i believe the name of it is 'hair of the dog.'
check it.
or maybe donsky should do it. yeah. that's it.
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