A group at Stanford University considers the word “American” to be harmful. As if we are automatically going to be afraid to use the word because they want to act as the voice of authority. The high water mark starts here and the bovine stool ends here. If you don’t like the word “American,” you and all your communist buddies can move to Cuba or North Korea to feel at home with your real comrades.

Some of us lived through the Cold War. Some of us know that when you see a veterans plate on a vehicle, you salute. Those that fought and died or watched their friends get wounded for what Lady Liberty stands for are Americans. I doubt any of these folks at Stanford would pick up a weapon if America was militarily invaded. If we were invaded, they would drop to their knees, like those jerks did during the National Anthem.

Unless you had to carry your brother over your shoulder, dead from a military conflict or a military exercise, you’re nothing but weak clowns trying to be tough. Tough is when shells are exploding and the ground shakes like an earthquake.

If you don’t like the word “American,” that’s your problem, not mine. Americans have boundaries, don’t cross them, Stanford University. Or what I should really say is: Don’t tread on me.

Douglas Papa 

Augusta