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we who loved America part 4

We, who loved America Part 4 When I came back to where I belonged  the country had changed; no one bought  arrow shirts anymore and jeans were made in China The streets of New York were violent  people demanding their rights should be  heard, the group they belong to, racial or otherwise To think he had believed that everyone  were Americans regardless of sex or creed His America had been white, regardless  of color, the sexes were easy to define Eva had a , and Adam had a . A country split into groups run by perverts  who took offense if their pronunciation was  was not correct, mostly by freaks who  had their sex organs removed and said they belonged to a free society where everyone had the freedom to do as they pleased but didn't tolerate criticism. Electric cars! What happened to the Cadillac? so many- millions- migrants are flocking to America now dislikes the culture of our Christianity and work against society  they are not prepared to adopt and become Americans, coming as they are from failed socialist/ dictator countries the gun-tooting old men in Houston had gone to a faraway place and the café where they had afternoon meeting was now a pizza hut The gigantic freezer unites our ship -Chandler  supplied with meat, the one that had fury mice adapted to the cold had gone too The Washington elite didn't represent the  the interest of the people, dragging them into  unneeded war, calling it a defense of freedom Despite setbacks. the American style optimism prevailed. and great writers continued producing great literature Yes, the true, unique American culture  had not succumbed to the fanatism and violence in  streets of misery His America was alive, and freedom of thought had survived    

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