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Well done, Coca-Cola

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

--"Colussus" by Emma Lazarus

The above poem is on a plaque on the Statue of Liberty. Long regarded as one of our country's premiere symbols of hope an freedom.

Mother of Exiles.

America the Beautiful.

The land where people come to gain a better life.  A piece of the American Dream. The small hope that you can leave for your family a legacy more powerful than what your parents left for you.

But, apparently, that only applies if you dream in english. Coca-cola aired a beautiful commercial recently in which people of different cultural heritages were shown singing America The Beautiful in their native tongue.

Notice I didn't say people of different nationalities. Why? Because it doesn't fucking matter.

Americans didn't come to this country and settle it (or take it from Native Americans, depending on how you choose to look at it). 

Immigrants founded what we now know as the United States of America. Our Democracy is based on Greek and French forms of government.

This is a rant I could spend days on, but the fact of the matter is...stop being such fucking hypocrites.

You get on your computers (made in China), tweet on your cell phones (made in China), bitching about a commercial you saw on your 73in. plasma TV (also made in China). And you're bitching about the commercial because they didn't speak English. 

You might want to take a step back and look around at truly how many things in your life are actually 'American' versus things influenced by other cultures either directly or indirectly.  It's called the melting pot for a reason.

Instead of recognizing how much of a beacon of hope our fucked up little country still is to people, some people chose to embody the short sighted xenophobic  bigotry. 

I've already spent too much time on this. 

I didn't see anyone bitching at the Budweiser commercial when they had those Scottish horses on there instead of American horses.

Get past labels.

We're all human. THAT'S the race we should be focusing on.



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