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Happy Independence day from The Greatest country on Earth.
I love our country but I know that we wouldn't be anything without England, France and Germany.
So props to them too!
I hope no one from the first nations read your comment. Ouch!
And I guess we should thank England and France for bringing a few folks from Africa back in the days. Where would Blues, Jazz and indeed Rock and Roll be without this most generous and selfless contribution from the European motherlands.
I daresay your short list (of three countries) falls a little short of who made this country of yours great.
As for me, on the fourth of July, I usually celerate my birthday. Cheers!
Billy billy, I think you missed the satire of Dave's posts. It wasnt so obvious in the OP, but the second post makes it clear that Dave is mocking patriotism. The irony is that you bring up 911... radical Muslims get worked pretty easily over satire... how about when it's patriotism that's getting skewered?
Originally Posted by wedgehed II
Instead of searching for intelligent life in the universe, NASA should send a probe to this thread.
Lol! Oh I get it, OP thinks thinks the USA is "the greatest country on earth".
That's so cute. I hope you had a nice party OP. now run along and play with your toys.
I don't play the blues, the blues is just what comes out of me when I play.----------------------------------------------------------------------Harmonica (Lee Oskar & Hohner Golden Melody)Ukulele (National, Martin, Gibson, Kala)Electric Guitar (Fender MIA Strat, AVRI Tele, MIM Duo Sonic)Conga (LP "shorty" Originals Conga, Aspire quinto)
Man, I had the weirdest experience a few years ago. Y'see I was born an American. Greenpernt hospital in Brooklyn NY to be sure. But that's not the thing of it. Like most folks who grew up in the 60's, I questioned a lot of things my country was doing. I felt morally superior a lot and it was way cool. But that's not even the thing of it. Y'know, there's side doors and alternate universes and stuff and if you're not careful... pfft. Off you go. I woke up at different times as a citizen of a different country. First France, where I felt quite at home dissin America for awhile, then to Turkmenistan.... I can't say much about that but I wet my pants a little there. This went on for a couple of weeks. I kept waking up as a citizen of a different burg. Disconcerting, sometimes arousing but definitely gave me weird dreams. I liked myself as a Japanese man a lot. But I couldn't understand a word I was saying... then, as if I had never been away... wham blam slam... here I was in Marlboro country. What a vicious rush. I was optimistic, I felt strong like I could jump over a cart at a single bound. It was with tears of joy in my eye that I kissed the ground after attempting the aforementioned jump.
Everybody needs a day to celebrate themselves. Happy Birthday, America!