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I’m Not So Proud of My Country (or Day 2)

Today, I woke up and it was actually cool outside. It feels like ages since I last felt a cool breeze. Air conditioner just isn’t the same as crisp, cool air.

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I had breakfast at a native American buffet and I started to think about culture. I started to think about what terrible people we are. We came over from England and basically told this land’s original inhabitants that we owned the land and that they had to leave. And we have the audacity to be proud of this nation? We should be ashamed of ourselves.

The Cherokee people were once great. Now they have become a tourist attraction. They sell tickets to people to watch them do what once was a way of life.

We even gave them a new name. Native American is not what they are. This wasn’t America before we came here. Now these people are “allowed” to live in small groups across the US.

That brings me to another thought I had. America has no real culture of it’s own. Other nations have their own distinct styles of art, clothing ways of life etc. Here in America, we just take other culture’s distinctiveness and add it to our own. There is no “American” language, we took that from the British. Even the architecture of our own capitol city is borrowed from a people long gone.

I am finding it more and more difficult to be proud of my nation. Don’t get me long, I mean no disrespect to those who have fought to protect me. I may not agree with the idea of war or armies, but I am thankful that there are men and women who are willing to put their own well being at risk for my freedom.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. After I had breakfast I visited a turbine mill built in the late 19th century.

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After that, I headed to a mountain which name escapes me, and hiked to the top. A lot of the trees on the mountainside were dead or dying so we asked one of the park rangers what was happening and she told us that a tiny insect that had come over from Europe had multiplied and it had no natural predator so it just keeps growing in number. It drills tiny holes in the base of the trees so that the trees can’t draw nutrients from the soil and they eventually die.

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After the hike I had lunch by a creek and tried to take pictures of some fish, but they were to fast.

I then spent the rest if the day relaxing around the campground.

Captain America

First off, I have to say that I’ve never been a big fan of Captain America. I’ve always been more attracted to the cape-wearing, super human type. Until now, I considered characters such as Captain America and Bat Man to be weaker than the heroes with superhuman powers. This movie changed my mind forever.

I must say that I left the theater feeling satisfied, and that doesn’t happen often. There was just the right blend of action and comic relief, and I was pleased that the filmmakers didn’t chose to include any gratuitous romantic scenes.

The thing that really stood out to me was how the filmmakers broke from the stereotypical superhero movie and change a few things up.

I found the instance involving the child being thrown into the water to be a refreshing change from the norm. Under usual circumstances, the hero would have had to either make the choice to save the child, but in the process, loose the villain or catch the villain and sacrifice the child. Or in some cases, preform an unrealistic rescue of the child and catch the villain, leaving the audience shaking their heads. The fact that the child knew how to swim not only provided comic relief, but allowed for a subtle change to normal storytelling.

I was also expecting Bucky to be heroically swung back into the train to continue fighting. His death actually helped add more depth to the film and created a more intimate connection with the audience.

The last thing that stuck out to me was the fact that the hero did not get the girl in the end. I will admit that it does seem to leave the audience feeling more content when the hero does get the girl, but I liked the change and I was still content with the ending.

Although the movie was at times, predictable, the filmmakers managed to throw in enough twists to keep me on the edge of my seat. I give Captain America 9 1/2 stars out of 10.

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