What country do we live in and what was done with America? I have asked myself this question many times.
The America I love and grew up in was a shining light for truth and justice, a champion of freedom, a haven of hope; she was a dependable friend to her allies, a formidable fortress against her foes and those who would trespass against the human rights and dignity of others and a country whose integrity and ideals could be esteemed. The Office of the President was held in high regard, and America was a place where people were proud to work hard and be responsible for their own destinies, and happy to contribute to the common welfare of the country. It was a place where laws were honored and a man's conscience respected, children cherished and nurtured. And, for those wanting to better themselves, it offered a legal process whereby one could come and ultimately attain citizenship, and be free to embrace “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” by learning American culture, working hard, and sharing one's talents. It was a place where the gov't put in place by our forefathers, and, defended with their own blood, was kept intact and God was freely acknowledged as the source of our freedoms and blessings; a place where the federal government had its limits and individual initiative was highly valued ... I could go on and on.