I’m the Most ‘Heritage American’ You’ll Ever Meet. The Rest of You Can Shut Up or Get the Hell Out.
There’s been a lot of chatter on the social networking platforms about what it means to be American. Some argue that all you need is a large gun, a pair of balls, and a healthy lust for Lady Liberty. Others insist that “heritage Americans”—folks who can trace their bloodlines back to the Founding—are better than