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My FRiend, I’m more of an American than the Great Deceiver, Divider and Destroyer currently occupying the Presidency.

While he was growing up the most beautiful sound he heard was the call to Muslim prayer,
for me it was lying in my bed at night in the Boston area and being able to pull in my favorite underdogs, the 1965 Cleveland Indians, on my newfangled ‘transistor radio’.

Similar to Obama, I will stand with the Christians if the political winds shift in an ugly direction, for I remember those joyful North Carolinians I caroled with, on both sides of the tracks, in 1959.

Does Obama recall attending a 1960 JFK election campaign rally in Conneticut?

Was he frightened, as we were, glued to his black and white TV when in 1962 Kennedy spoke to the nation during the Cuban Missile Crisis?

Does he recall crying and going to the church to pray when we were let out early from school on Nov.23,1965?

Does he remember how we were taught in school how wonderful, exceptional and great is America?

I lived in the US from 1959 to 1967, from the time I was 8 until 16, a most formative part of a young person’s life in which he comes to identify with his nation.

My Father brought the family back to a country I didn’t know, that I didn’t identify with. The transition was likely helped by our return coinciding with the Canadian Centennial when Patriotism and the retelling of History was at a peak...

...but I always kept a warm, loving flame alive in my breast for the USofA. I still followed current events in the US and my appreciation for the nation matured and increased.

Then came that horrible day in September and my warm, loving flame became a white hot torch that has not ceased burning to this day.

I hope you understand me a bit better now and know why I will not stop commenting, why I will not stop caring for America and for the sake of Western Civilization will not cease involving myself with, promoting and embracing, the greatest nation the world has ever seen, the USA.