Love of country must always be qualified these days, lest anyone think you are unaware of slavery, insufficiently regulated railroad stock offerings, Lester Maddox or the attempt by Philip Morris to conceal the addictive nature of cigarettes. Say “I love this country” at a dinner table with strangers, and it’s like shave and a haircut without the two bits. But? But?
The indispensible Instapundit provided the link to Lileks' words of wisdom today. Lileks, of course, goes on to describe his irritation at the truth of his own observation. It's really just another example of the miserable political correctness the average American seems to casually accept today.
Well, I don't.
I love the U.S., warts and all. Moreover, I'm grateful to have been born here and to live here, and Mrs. Wonker has been equally grateful to have had the opportunity to legally emigrate here and become a citizen.
Our National past, a process of learning and enlightenment, is what got us to the fortunate place we are today. Both can only truly occur in an environment that permits such progress to unfold unhindered once we achieve consensus.
I never make apologies for the U.S. I leave that to the self-loathing idiotarians of the left. Blaming America First is not a game that either I, or any self-respecting sentient American citizen, can afford to play.