Be an American, it gets just a little bit annoying when the people that live in this country just can’t seem to be real Americans, but yet they come from what ever country and expect to enjoy our freedoms, and our way of life, I think we need to put an end to this type of thing ever happening, it just stands to reason that if you want to be here and enjoy our country and it way of life, then the least you could do is respect it.
I love the United States, and I love everything about it, I truly get sick and tired of seeing all these people that don’t love it, but they are still here, I’ve had the distinct displeasure of meeting some of the lower crust of this of this country, I’m sure you know them, the people who are here just to raise a stink about our country, and the way that things are here.
These people are telling me things like, I hate the people from the USA, and the only reason that I’m here is to farther my cause, I think this country needs a tune up, it reminds me of the hippies from the 1960’s but with out the smell, it’s just discussing to me that we true Americans have to put up with this kind of idiocy and horrible attitude about things in this land.
I heard from people of Mexican decent that their here to take their country back, and that we should just roll over and let them do as they please, and from people of mid eastern decent that, all that care about is furthering their terrorist activities, and it does disturb me to the point of no return, but it would seem that most of the people that live here, just seem to wear their blinders and go on their merry way, oblivious to what’s going on here, we must be politely correct at all costs.
We just can’t afford to let these people who don’t give a damn about our country hear how we really think about things, I think it’s time to remove the blinders, and let our friends know that we support them, and by the same token, let our enemies know that we don’t, if it’s necessary then go right a head and profile them, if it keeps the country just a bit safer then why not help our country and it’s way of life.
Most of these people are here to farther their own way of thinking, and could care less about our country and it’s way of doing things, they’d just love to bring the USA down to their level, people tell me that I need to be more tolerant, but I say we need to be less tolerant in this country, and we need to check out these people that are pouring in from every border of our country a lot more.
We need to know what they’re doing here and how long they plan to stay, if they want to stay here, then they need to let our government do a complete background check on them while they remain in quarantine until we know that their safe to let in to our land, and I don’t care if they want to whine about profiling, if it helps to keep our country just a bit more safe from the scourge of humanity.
We have terrorists in our country forming their own cells, and reporting back to their people in their countries about the activities of our government, an how to get around our security in our land, but we still have to be politically correct, in an effort not to upset these people, when does this moronic way come to an end, when our country does? It’s time that we’re allowed to protect our country and it’s people.
When I first arrived in Leipzig, Germany in 1996 it was dark and gray. All the buildings looked decrepit and run down. There were very few restaurants and places to hang out. I had no idea how anyone could live under such circumstances. I shared an apartment with my girlfriend, which was an unrenovated, pre-war working-class place with two very small rooms. It had a closet for a kitchen, coal heating, toilet in the stairwell and no bathroom. After having lived in a house all my life, I felt very closed in, but I was grateful that I had a chance to use coal for heating.
It seemed historic to me. Each room had its own heater, which was made out of tile and stretched from floor to ceiling. Soon, I fell into a routine: First, I had to clean the heater and remove the ashes, then I had to fetch the coal from the basement, cut the wood, go outside and empty the ashes, light the kindling and wait till the coal was thoroughly burned that I could close the door the door of the heater so it could finally warm the room. I had to do this every 12 hours, or whenever I wanted to keep the apartment warm.
Life revolved around the heaters. The toilet in winter was another story; I would run down the stairs, turn on an electric heater and close, run back up and wait 15 minutes before the I returned to use it. Once a week I would bathe at a friend's house. This was all foreign to me. And I liked it too. By mid-winter the novelty had worn off and I found that all I wanted was to turn a knob to have heat go on, and a large warm bathroom so I could shower in my own place.
How many Americans lived like this, I thought. This created more questions like: What was it like to live in the former GDR? Or in Nazi Germany? These were all easier to understand and answer for me after moving here. Living history-and they were still changing times, 6 years after the fall of the wall.
I made friends very easily. I think mainly because I was American and people were curious about America and why I came. They were very eager to show me their lives, how they lived and how they had lived. We had long discussions about how things were, about the change from socialism to capitalism and what was good and bad about it. I learned more about life in the former East Germany by talking and seeing than from any book I had ever read.
There was also a little bit of a culture shock: I couldn't find a decent hamburger and there were no bagels. The bread was dry and hard and everyone smeared butter on their sandwiches. What a horrible combination: cheese with butter on a slice of Mischbrot - which is bread made from a combination of black bread and white bread and is very dense. In contrast, there was also this white toast bread which resembled American bread, but was dry and tasteless.
This white toast bread was served with everything: Bockwurst with white toast bread, bratwurst with white toast bread, toasted white toast bread with ham and pineapples, the list goes on.
So for an American, the idea of not being able to have a hamburger and a decent sandwich, or bagel was appalling. I looked everywhere! - To make matters worse, there was no coffee-to-go! I think I got coffee-to-go once then and it was served in a wax cup with the wax floating on top. I really had to change my idea of life.
After almost seven years, I eventually got settled and used to the culture. I found bread I liked and the East German Doppelbrotchen which is a type of bread roll are delicious-especially when smeared with butter. The pastries were also pretty good. I got addicted to liverwurst and Doppelbrotchen, although I still hate Mischbrot. I have my choice of where I get my coffee, and bagels. The sandwiches are wonderful and served on wonderful hard chewy bread. Now I worry that it is becoming too American ;-)
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