...it would appear to me that Zaac needs a friend. One could also conclude that he thought he found a good friend within the liberal ideology but has come to have reservations. Coupled with having to admit any error some folks just continue on only to find their anger festering like a skin boil that finally becomes infected.
As for me, I always considered our Lord "breathed" on those original pilgrims to flee their native home land due to the prosecution they were suffering by the Church of England and were "lead" to the land that finally became America. Not to mention that the Church of England fully enjoyed their domination over the peasants, much like the old Jewish Rabies did in Jesus day, who by the way demanded that Jesus be crucified and who were actually hindering the Lord's work. So, they packed up and moved for Freedom of Religion.
Now, we have all these folks running around claiming that WE came over her and obliterated an entire nation of peaceful folks who grew and feasted on tomatoes and corn and lived in tents made out of buffalo skins. That all of the ills suffering by all of the peoples' from ALL over the world is..., somehow, the fault of my ancestors? Somehow that just doesn't compute. I mean, I never owned any slaves, grew any cotton, fished in the Mississippi, threw anyone out of their homes. I don't even know of any relatives of mine that even fought in our Civil War.
Oh well, I guess I'm just to old to understand and have never been enlightened like some of our younger members of society. One thing for sure..., I'll never be a bleeding heart liberal. I've always paid my own way, owned up to my own mistakes and faults in life and never ever pointed the finger at another due to my own failures. Hey, I almost forget. Over the years I've worked several minimum wage jobs, too just trying to get by and for sure, the Lord has blessed me. What I never did do however was fall into Self-Pity Mode and give up. I kept charging ahead and finally secured a career. Well, that's what my generation did. ...my dad told me once that back during the Great Depression (he was a teenager) that if there was any meat on the table it because he went out and shot it.
Oh well...