For instance, I am not a fan of the current administration, and the damage that they've done financially, morally, and materially is reprehensible at best, evil at worst, and bleeds all of us every day, leeches to fix cancer that we can't science away.  There's no end to the horizon that they managed to erect, and the path they put us on is a slippery slope slicked with the blood and oil of tyrants and innocents, of peasants and prime ministers.

What we are not, now, is complacent. We are divided and insecure, but everyone has a side now, faceted.

What I'd like to do is write about my country and not have that phrase be sullied by your anticipatory saliva. I want to write about my country as a place where lawyers and farmers forged law from words and created a revolution that rose to engulf the very roots of the way men think: that all men are created equal and even though it took 400 years for all of the all men to be equal to me, it still took. Even though someone handed out blankets filled with disease to kill races and snuff bloodlines that could save us today, we still managed to create a vast awareness of our own crimes. We created a means to express the hatred of those crimes in a way that binds us to never repeat them.  War has taken so many of us, but nothing like the numbers in Russia or the UK, or anywhere in Africa.  We manage to hold on to our spines and find the guiding chord that created the very brief periods of peace and prosperity that make me weep for a time long gone.

But not forgotten, and our world turns like always, time passing, inevitably we will find a path to exist on that isn't trenched with rot or rutted by fast running blood. The better of us have always had our hearts set on the notion that we're the only things standing between the worst of them and the best of you.  That what we can do, we will.  That our hands and our arms are only the first line of defense, that our spirit and our intellect and the creative impulse that brought fire to this sum of revolution will be what saves us from the evils of men.

We fall, sure.  We falter in ways human and profane and we should be blamed for the sorts of trouble we get into, but we learn by failing.  I want to write about my country and have it be a lesson learned from the harsh blows brought by the worst sorts of thinking from the enemies and the false friends, and from the president and his businessmen. The best lessons are learned from failure; success breeds complacent impotence and snuffs the desire to create anything not profitable. We have failed in every possible way some days, and the impact of those lessons is just now being felt. Surely by now there is no way to lose sight of the thing that our eyes are made from, this vast unshakable human spirit, this freedom that we make with our hands and our minds and one day, maybe, one day, I can write about my country and have it look like:

It was raining. The trees are blooming sweet perfume over the entire of the valley.  My spanish is getting better.  Our tomatoes are growing in. The world is turning. We're still free, but now we're happy.