I am that which my country demands; I am loyal and thankful to no one.  The flag on my shirt and on my truck are not symbolic: they are sacred as is the tribe that they demarcate. There is no respect here, but only pride and the righteous indignation of those who belie my beliefs because my beliefs are my country.

I have not chosen, but was chosen; I do not understand, but am certain; I have done nothing, but expect everything.  My nationality is my soul and those who disagree are my mortal enemies.  The world stops at the borders of my motherland and I will defend her with my life if necessary.  I will die for that which does not exist.

I know nothing of Thomas Paine, my history is the rocking chair upon which I sit.  I owe nothing to anyone but yet, my country needs me.  I abhor society, but they are my kin.  Contradiction is not possible in the country of my thoughts just as change is the witch that brings evil upon my family.

I have made my bed, I have made my choices, and I will stand in the path of progress.  Semper Fi.