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As an American, I believe that we have gone the wrong way in dealing with foreign relations. Being proud of our culture is one thing, but to be hateful to the people of France while doing it shows a disrespect to Europeans on a level that is just no longer politically correct. If you really stop to think about the names we give to these people, you will see what I mean. We do our best to be conscious of those that live here, but what of the Americans that live abroad? Aren’t they Americans too? Take the people of France, for example. We have been calling them “French” for so long. Wouldn’t you be offended if someone called you French? All this time, we have had the answer right here under our noses. It is on every can of Spaghetti-Os and we couldn’t see it because we were just too racist or too proud. They want to be called Franco-Americans. That is their dream, people. So next time you go to McDonalds, proudly order your Franco-American fries and super size them! Do it for your country. Do it for ALL European-Americans. Remember, just because someone wasn’t born here or doesn’t live here, doesn’t make them any less an American and underneath it all, our veins are blue and our blood cells are either red or white!

the day the blackbird came
the eggplant hues shone off its wings
and all it did was beckon me
along the paths of decadence
old perceptions snuggled near
and I mused upon my younger sin.

then came next the red tail hawk
that lit so fast on my heart
that it nearly took it
when it flew away so quickly.

then sat the redbird next to me
and sang sweet melodies
that made me cry for I knew
it was not long before
it took the sky effulgent.

finally the golden eagle spoke
with reminiscent thankfulness
that made me remember why.

I was diagnosed with Obstructive Sleep Apnea late last year and received a machine (CPAP) to treat it on January 12th, 2007. I endured sores on the inside of my nostrils to acclimate myself to the machine, insisting on wearing it all night, every night in spite of the recommendations that I wear it for a few hours a night and gradually work up from there.

For the first time in years, I truly woke up.

Without prompting from anyone, I began my diet just over two weeks later and now have lost almost 40 pounds, I work out every day, and feel like I can think again. If you snore or think you might have sleep apnea, talk to your doctor. It might make as huge a difference in your quality of life as it has mine.Â