I think saying “He’s not my President is one of the most unAmerican things one can say. I googled unAmerican which means contrary to the interests of the US and therefore treasonable. OK so maybe not treasonable in today’s standards when our President uses Twitter like toilet paper. I read hes twitted 2461 times (or whatever you call it) but I don’t really give a twat about them or I’d sign up.
Being a US Citizen doesn’t actually give you a lot of rights above a non resident in our country as our constitutional rights are also extended to visitors. The biggest difference is that I can live here for the rest of my life just because I was born here. I don’t ever have to leave. I am so blessed to live within the United States borders where I feel protected and safe.
Katie, my Kansas cousin several times removed through my Grandmother, sent me some photos this morning from a book of WWI and WWII soldiers called Service Records – Tescott Community. It was put together in the 1940’s by local businessmen and included a few photos of my Grandfathers side.
Tescott, Kansas is the kind of place where people still live on the homesteads their families started and a walk thru the cemetery is a history lesson. My Great Uncle still farms the farm today at 88 years old and I cooked Thanksgiving dinner in the old farmhouse for him a few months ago! Big grin! I love this man and without a doubt I know he loves me! I have memories of helping him feed hay as the suns comes up for the past 25 years. We have a big family reunion there every other year so I’ve had the chance to visit several times. I also visit when other big events are happening like it’s time to castrate the cattle! They can always use a hand and free help is never turned away on the farm! Ha!
At the edge of town is our family graveyard. It’s one of the first things we visited when I first came here with Grandma and Granddad in 1992. My whole life I had heard stories from my grandparents who lived in Seattle about their Kansas families. They kept in touch, sent photos, wrote letters to each other, and subscribed to the local newspaper. Grandma lost 2 of her brothers during WWII, Donald and Dean and she spoke of them my whole life. When we went to the cemetery on my first visit she showed me where they were and I took photos. My one Cousin Donald reminds me of my Cousin Chris, so handsome, and my brother is named after them, Donald Dean. Over the years I’ve had the pleasure of showing these grave sights to my siblings. They truly mean something to us.
This past year my nephew joined the military and yesterday one of my best friends sons shipped out for basic training. We all know what that truly means. These two young men just pledged their lives: “I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice.”
I never had to take an oath to support the Constitution of the United States. I am lucky like the toss of a coin that it’s my birth right. A right that my family has pledged their lives to for many years. It’s an honor to stand in front of my flag and say our Pledge of Allegiance. I said it in grade school every morning as class began, a serious and respectful start to our day. My rotary meeting always starts with us standing to say the Pledge of Allegiance and for me it’s an honor:
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
I was saddened to see football players take a knee to the flag. I thought how disrespectful to those who uphold it and think their actions are unAmerican. Needless to say I don’t have a lot of respect for those that knelt. But it’s their right to do so.
For the first time ever in my life I did not vote because I was tired of being told how stupid I was for liking Donald Trump. Didn’t I know how horrible he was? Worst real estate dude ever, bankrupt how many times. Of course I do – how could I not know right? I had studied him a bit. I watched a bit of him on TV but I didn’t really watch that much TV and don’t have one today. I did follow him when he joined Facebook years ago. I was a bit surprised to see him win as the other side was so much more vocal about who should win. I was happy with the choice. For years I have wanted to see a business person come into office instead of a career politician. We need changes in America.
On vacation in Mexico a few weeks ago, I heard someone say “he ain’t my president”. I was embarrassed for them and I instantly felt divided from this American and wanted to suggest that they stay in Mexico if they felt that way. To be an American is a privilege. There’s been a few presidents over the years that weren’t my favorite. But it’s the vote of the American people who determines the outcome and I’ve never renounced any President. I’ve bit my tongue over the past year when I’ve heard it or seen it on social media. Once when I heard someone saying it I asked if they were Canadian knowing darn well they weren’t and their husband said “see I told you to stop saying that!”
At my rotary meeting last week, standing up to say the pledge of allegiance once again, I found a joy in my heart as I placed my hand over it. When it came to the part about “indivisible” I was able to put my feelings into words. It divides us because no matter what the situation is in the United States, we respectfully stand for our flag and respect the voice of the majority vote. Our families have given their lives to defend it and others still pledge their lives to defend it today.
I really am in love with our country we live in. As I look across the desert landscape I call home this morning, I am free and safe another day. Many in the world are not. We the people of the United States voted. If we don’t like this direction we can choose to change that direction in a short period of time with a new vote. We are a great country because we are indivisible. No one has ever broken us apart. It may not be perfect but it is made on a solid foundation.
When I hear someone say not my President, I want to say suck it up buttercup, you’re sounding unAmerican and that’s not so flattering where I come from! But what I really need to do is place my hand over my heart and recite to them the Pledge of Allegiance.