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The theory in my head these days has to do with our identification as Americans. I think that there are 2 kinds of Americans, those who see the one true geographic representation of America as New York City (the melting pot, the intense urban landscape), and those who see the one true geographic representation of America as the Wide Open and Wild West (adventure, vastness, pioneerism, ultimate freedom, and a certain amount of manifest destiny). My theory though has been met with some skepticism, as a few times when I have broached the subject my conversation mates were unwilling to accept it as an either/or situation. I suppose it's just another facet of my "Stances against New York City" agenda that I have been forced into due to my complete lack of visits to this nation's largest city causing a certain amount of guilt which then turns into awkward pride and a smidge of anti NYC gospelism. My intentions are not all confused emotions and jealousy of that powerful city, though, the fact is that I feel such a strong love and loyalty for The West. What The West looks like, what it represents via its not always bright history, the classic stereotypes of "west coast vs. east coast" in terms of personality, and the way I feel in the West. I was born in the midwest. It is in my blood, and therefore I feel strongly that the midwest is a bit more "west" than it is "mid" and certainly more than it is "east." Does the midwest feel pulled and stretched by it's sandwiching cozy coast compatriots? This all brings us to the part where I get to say for the second time in the history off this diary "I WOULD FIGHT AND KILL FOR THE WEST IN CIVIL WAR PT. 2." The Great Battle for Chicago. What colors would represent the two sides this time - sunset orange and seafoam green? Will this nation ever be split in two again? Maybe it should be. Let it be known now and forever that I will never let the red rocks of the west be repainted in western blood by those eastern savages. |
