Long ago I figured something out. A lable that anyone can apply to themselves is worthless. My first example is the geographic location we live in called "The United States". Want to be an "American"? Anybody can do it and is encouraged to do so, legally or otherwise. Goodbye American nationalism, hello white nationalism.

However, from early childhood, I could see white Americans were a breed apart. The world used to know it too. You said "an American" and someone assummed you were talking about a non-Canadian white person from North America. One might have even conjured up mental images of cowboys, buckskinners, backwoodsmen, rednecks, hillbillys and not to mention the lasting images of our countless folk heroes. Now our kids are even taught to see those images as stereotypes of ignorence and ofter evil. The old America was an evil backwards place that the jews, blacks and assorted non-whites had to work hard to straighten out (for the capitalist, if you want to be technical).

Thinking of my little one at home made me start preparing explainations to questions she might ask. Why carry a pistol? Why spend so much time making sure your rifle is shooting at it's best? Why do you care so much about what is over the next hill? Why would anyone want to sleep outdoors all the time? What is so important about having a good knife? Why does a dog have to know so much more than fetching a stick or shaking hands? Why plant a garden? What would you ever need to know how to clean fish or game?

Each day I wondered something new she might wonder sooner than later. It dawned on me that the stock answer be this: I'm an old American. I live in a country that says these things aren't important anymore but I live in a world that says they are and always will be. You can bet anyone who is critical of ability is a potential enemy. The more you master this world, the less masters you will have during your stay. What built this country resides in me and you. It can only be killed or bred out. It can't be ignored.

Get my drift?