America: Grab what you can

With the kerfuffle in Arizona recently over the immigration bill SB1070 I have to wonder why many American people want to live in America at all. I conclude, again, that many Americans actually do not want to live in America: They want instead to live in PhantasyLand. They remain on American soil only because they can't imagine having to actually move to some other place where they know no one, have no incomes, don't know the language or culture, and have no support from the people for much of anything that makes live bearable. They don't want to be strangers. They don't want the hassles of moving to a new place, even if, as they claim too often, they hate America. So America becomes divided into what I have referred to as a checker board nation: a state here is red, next one is black, and so on. We can't land on each others' squares. I refer to it as the 50 Confederate States of America. It's an incivil war.

"San Francisco Leads Charge to Boycott Arizona, But Calls Could Spark Backlash" says FOXnews headline.

Mayor Gavin Newsom this week suspended all non-essential travel for city employees going to Arizona, meaning no conference in Scottsdale next weekend for members of the city's housing authorities. The city's Board of Supervisors also has taken the first step toward an economic boycott, a move that could result in the suspension of existing contracts with Arizona-based companies and a ban on new ones.

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2010/04/28/san-francisco-leads-charge-boycott-arizona-calls-cause-backlash/

Tit for tat, I'm not going to California. To me it's a foreign place I don't care for. I love America. What is America? For some it's a place to go to to grab whatever is possible at any cost. It's just a passing gravy train to be looted. For too many it's about the money. And that's it.

For others it's our homeland and nation, a place to live and to build in. It's a place to love. It's a place we do love.

Home and Native Land

I've been to a number of places on Earth over the years, seen a number of ways possible to live, experienced a fair bit of strangeness and worse. Over-all, I've spent most of my life outside of America. But no matter how long I'm gone, and if I were never again to return, America would still be where I'm from and where my home is. I often wonder just what it is that some see when they envision America. What, for example, does Obama what's her name see when she looks at America? I see pictures of home, like these below.

And this.

I don't see global warming and American imperialism and America as the world's worst place in history. I see beauty and freedom and happiness. Having been around a bit I can make the distinction.