July 4th is at hand. American's celebrate it as Independence Day. In 1776 when the Deceleration of Independence was signed, most Americans were of British descent, but America was already changing - had changed. America drew Germans and Swedes and some French. The Dutch in New York retianed their identity, even a hundred years after New Amsterdam became New York. More Germans came near and after Independence. Irish and Scottish families with little love for the English came in the colonial era, and that immigration increased. After the events of 1848 German immigration became a flood. Today, even with the influx of Hispanics and Asians, the United States is predominately German in outlook and work ethic. We aren't the sons of England and, thankfully, we aren't Canadians with uncertain identity.
I have dual citizenship. Many of my blog readers know that. I'm Austrian and American. But I identify as American. I was born here. I've lived most of my life in the United States, and while I'm aware of my country's faults, I'd rather live here than elsewhere. So on this 4th of July, this Austrian-American says: I love my country and the people in it, even when they don't think clearly or are retarded morons. Long may the United States endure. Only God has the right to end America, and until he does, this is my home and its people are mine.