As many others have already echoed across the internet, it sure was one strange Fourth of July. I'd like to explore two trains of thought. First, the difficulty of feeling patriotic for a broken country. Far from feeling proud, I've actively wondered (daydreamed?) if moving a few hours north to Canada could be a realistic option for my family. Somewhere, deep down, I know I love this country enough to fight for it. But it was hard to find that place this year. Many years ago, European friends told me that Americans were cowboys. I think it was probably during the George W. years, when my French friends told me what a "cowboy" they thought he was, and describing to me the American mentality of the "gun-slinging Wild West." At the time, I didn't really see what they saw, and thought they were just relying on outdated stereotypes to make false generalizations about American society and culture. But in the face of both gun control, and especially th...
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