"That's not what we are." It's the mantra du jour of the American Left. It's their way to redefine what it means to be an American, as if they have a clue about that. It's their knee jerk response, after the opening barrage of name calling fails, when confronted by their arch enemies - common sense, objective reality.
Redefine the American Identity? Yup. It's the kind shit they do. I doubt that they'll do better than Thomas Jefferson's soaring prose:
-We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,--That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.
[Declaration of Independence]
That's what we are.
Confused? Maybe some examples will help.
We invoke Border Enforcement
They insist that's not what we are.
If some asshole climbed through a window then homesteaded your spare bedroom, you would evict him, then put locks, alarms or iron bars on the windows to prevent future invasions. When disease ridden, chronically needy scumbags invade our 'national house', our utterly rational response is the same, because we reserve the right to determine who lives in our house.
Our house, our rules. That's what we are.
We invoke Voter ID.
They say that's not what we are.
If some asshole shows up at a polling place and demands a ballot, we're supposed to assume that he, she, heshe, or it is eligible to vote. No way, Jose. We keep it simple: prove who you are [a valid ID] and we'll verify your eligibility.
Our house, our rules. That's what we are.
We invoke Binary Gender.
They say that's not what we are.
If some asshole proclaims 'gender identity' to scam permission to use the girls' locker room or restroom our immediate reaction is hell fucking no. I don't care which of the 56 genders you pick, because biology assigns you one of two: male, female.
You can't make this up, because gender identity is a gift that keeps on giving.
[SUN] VANCOUVER -- Grammar teachers may need to amend their lesson plans after the Vancouver school board approved Monday a policy change that welcomes a brand-new string of pronouns into Vancouver public schools: "xe, xem, and xyr."
The pronouns are touted as alternatives to he/she, him/her, and his/hers, and come as last-minute amendments to the board's new policy aimed at better accommodating transgender students in schools.
KNOXVILLE, Tenn. — The University of Tennessee is encouraging students to use gender-neutral pronouns to help students feel more welcome as classes begin this month.
The pronouns include ze, hir, hirs, and xe, xem, and xyr.
"We should not assume someone's gender by their appearance, nor by what is listed on a roster or in student information systems," Donna Braquet, the Director of the University of Tennessee's Pride Center, told WATE. "Transgender people and people who do not identify within the gender binary may use a different name than their legal name and pronouns of their gender identity, rather than the pronouns of the sex they were assigned at birth."
Gender is issued in the womb. That's what we are.
They invoke safe spaces, trigger warnings and micro aggression
We say that's not what we are.
Government cess-schools poop out precious snowflakes, whose minds are full of mush, into an Ivory Tower. Unprepared for the intellectual rigors of Ivory Tower enlightenment, the snowflakes seek refuge by fleeing to a safe space at the first hint of intellectual stimulation.
Their minds filled with half baked notions, knowledge seekers enter an Ivory Tower clutching their H.S. diploma. The ensuing confrontation with objective reality is, of necessity, a painful one, since it involves defending beliefs that they simply accepted without thinking them through. Sucking it up, [real] American knowledge seekers begin the sometimes painful process which turns them into rational, thinking, individuals.
Pulling your head out of your ass hurts, but we know it is necessary. That's what we are.
What is an American? What indeed. Before we can get a meaningful answer to that question, we need to seek the answer to another, equally important, question: What is it that defines a national identity like "Italian", "Canadian", or "American"?
Ethnicity: Many national identities (Japanese, for example) are based, in part, on a shared ethnicity. That's a viable standard, but it won't work for America, because Americans can, and do, come from any/every ethic group. There is no ethnic/racial litmus test that will exclude someone from becoming an American. That's not what we are.
Culture: Another common criteria for a national identity is a shared culture that stretches back centuries or millennia. That won't work for Americans who have a propensity for remaking their culture on the fly. Americans, routinely, borrow elements from other cultures, especially when it comes to foods, fashions and terminology. That's not what we are.
Geography: Being an American isn't tied to a certain portion of the North American continent. It's not the land itself that makes someone an American. An American is an American, no matter where he, she, heshe or it lives. That's not what we are.
Longevity: In some instances, a national identity is based on how long a group of people have lived in a certain place. Excluding Siberian-Americans, those most commonly identified as Americans have only been living in the New World for about 400 years. That's not what we are.
Obviously the usual traits that define a national identity don't seem to apply to 'American'. The 'American' identity isn't limited by ethnicity, culture, geography and longevity. We need to dig deeper for the answer to this question.
What is an American? It's not the vile things that our critics claim and it defies the conventional criteria for a national identity. The essence of being an American was shaped by this land, but not defined by it. The essence of being an American was, and is, enriched by the many ethnicities that inhabit this land conceived in liberty but isn't limited to any one of them. The essence of being an American is demonstrated by, not defined by, American culture.
What is an American? Generous to a fault, an American is the best, truest friend you'll ever have. But, when provoked, an American is also your worst nightmare. You don't want to go there.
An American is someone who welcomes a challenge. When someone says "It's never been done", an American will respond, "Yet". When someone says "It can't be done", an American will respond, "We'll see."
An American seeks "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" without Nanny State interference. Welcoming the knowledge gained by making mistakes, failing, an American will tell the Nanny State, "Take your social safety net and stick it!"
What is an American? It's a individual who accepts full responsibility for their own action. It means taking credit for the good and accepting blame for the bad and the ugly in their life.
The traits that define an American aren't anything tangible. Being an American is an attitude, a singular mindset, that we carry inside each and every one of us who are proud to state "I'm an American". The central fact about Americans is that their national identity was created, from scratch, by those rugged individuals who made their home here.
We are, as the open borders crowd insists, a nation of immigrants. Each new wave of immigration has put its own mark on the American character, redefining what it means to be an American, in the process.
The first immigration wave to the New World was undertaken at least 10,000 years ago, in the waning days of an ice age. Leaving the world they knew, those original immigrants - those individuals I call Siberian-Americans - gazed upon the land bridge spanning the Bering Straits and boldly began a long journey into the unknown. They were the embodiment of that classic human trait that makes us seek the answer to the question: "I wonder where that leads?" They started out on a dangerous journey into unknown territory to face its dangers head-on. Why did they risk it? Because it's a primal human impulse to find out what's around that next turn in the road, beyond that hill on the horizon, or across that dangerous stretch of ocean.
The next wave of immigration began, when determined individuals in Europe started out on their own dangerous journey in boats that were barely up to the challenge of a notoriously unforgiving stretch of ocean. They landed on the new world and began to populate its eastern shores with men and women who dared to dream of a bold, untried form of government. Many of those who started that journey never lived to finish it. Some of those who completed that dangerous passage, didn't survive the rigors that the New World imposed on them. Those who emerged from that trial by an unflinching Mother Nature laid the ground work for that singular individual we call an American.
Americans are, by nature, innovators, risk takers. An American is an individual who wants to test, his, her, hisher or its personal limits. An American wants to see how far, how high, their intellect, talent and hard work can take them. One utterly American element of this is the businesses that began their lives in a family garage. For example, Apple, now an 8,000 pound technology gorilla, began its life in the Jobs' family garage.
That seems to explain why people around the world spend years jumping through bureaucratic hoops, and surmounting countless hurdles for the right to become an American. Many of them understand what it really means to be an American better than most native born Americans. In many cases, these newest Americans put us to shame with their classically American work ethic, their determination to build their lives from scratch, and make their mark on the world, without Nanny State assistance.
There's a lot we can learn from these legal immigrats who work so hard to enter America through the front door. They have much more to offer than exotic foods, fashion trends and new terminology. They are a badly needed lesson, a warning, that we are allowing the Nanny State and its damn social safety net to strip all the real meaning from American's national identity.
It's my considered opinion that too many native born Americans have lost their way. The Nanny State's siren song of artificial rights and safety nets that 'spare' us the essential, character building, life lessons is destroying us. Those life lessons, those blows, that the Nanny State absorbs, are vital when it comes to forging the American character. We have become fat, lazy and much too complacent, while the Nanny State chips away at our birthright of inalienable individual liberty. We are, in short, our own worst enemy when it comes to the erosion of that rugged individualism that is the solid foundation which gives being an American its unique meaning.
We've lost our way, but the situation isn't hopeless. Many - perhaps most - of America's legal, front door, immigrants harken back to the essence of what it means to be an American. They don't want a handout. They don't want a safety net. All they want is their chance to become that self-reliant, that self-made individual, an American.
What is an American? If you still don't know, ask any legal immigrant. Ask any of those determined individuals who walk that long, torturous, path that ends at a ceremony where they are sworn in as a certified American. Ask those eager immigrants who dip their toe into those teeming capitalist waters with that donut shop, convenience store, dry cleaners or gas station. Ask that endlessly patient individual who is on that years long waiting list, ready, willing and eager for permission to realize that dream of becoming an American.
What is an American?
An American is a dreamer.
An American is an innovator.
Most of all, an American is an arrogant, swaggering pain in the butt, who dares to tell the rest of the world: "I'm living proof that there's a better way."