Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
And I thought, y__now, I mean_this is crazy. I mean, the only thing that determines what country you belong to is where you happened to be born? What is a country, anyway? It__ not, y__now, __urple mountain__ majesty_ or __ruited plains,_ whatever the hell that means. I mean, America isn__ a place, it__ an ideal. It could happen in the Sahara Desert and still be America. For that matter, I__ the child of immigrants. My father__ lived and worked in this country for the past three decades. And he__ somehow more or less American than some redneck who uses Osama bin Laden for toilet paper? How the hell do you measure something like that?
Indecision Now! A Libertarian Rage
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And I thought, y__now, I mean_this is crazy. I mean, the only thing that determines what country you belong to is where you happened to be born? What is a country, anyway? It__ not, y__now, __urple mountain__ majesty_ or __ruited plains,_ whatever the hell that means. I mean, America isn__ a place, it__ an ideal. It could happen in the Sahara Desert and still be America. For that matter, I__ the child of immigrants. My father__ lived and worked in this country for the past three decades. And he__ somehow more or less American than some redneck who uses Osama bin Laden for toilet paper? How the hell do you measure something like that?
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