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Poll: Do you self-identify with your country, region, ethnicity, etc.? (1 Viewer)

Primary self-identification

  • America First - USA, USA, USA

    Votes: 16 22.9%
  • Region/State/City - Think Local

    Votes: 19 27.1%
  • Ethnicity/Race - The Land of My People's People

    Votes: 5 7.1%
  • Religion - Our Time on Earth Doesn't Matter

    Votes: 5 7.1%
  • Human - People of Earth Unite

    Votes: 21 30.0%
  • I'm a Nihilist and You're Not

    Votes: 4 5.7%

  • Total voters
    70

Eephus

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There's been a lot of talk about how we need to come together as citizens of the UNITED States of America.  I'm curious if people primarily self-identify as Americans or some different affiliation.

Furriners can substitute their own second-rate country and participate in the poll.

 
I don't know that I self identify in any of those categories. Never given it much thought. I do support Danish athletes, national teams etc. but not to any extremes

 
I strongly identify with my mother's ancestry (Irish-Americans; Mom-Mom & Pop-Pop, who literally came "off the boat") & my father's ( Italian- Americans; Grandfather & Grandmom)...and they all stressed they were Americans first, because our country ACCEPTED them, whilst others did not.  I imagine many "anti-immigration" supporters come from similar ilk, & that's why it's so frustrating...IMMIGRANTS MAKE US WHO WE ARE!  We are a great country BECAUSE of this, not in spite of this.  Christ, I'll even hug it out with @CGRdrJoe just to prove my point!  MAGA.

 
I don't really identify as any of the above, although I am not really a nihilist (I did chop off my little toe once, for a movie).

I think we are rapidly Balkanizing in our society, segregating into various identities that aren't healthy.  I don't think it is a positive.  Way too much us versus them.  I think the only solution is for all of us to unite under one central life philosophy--hatred of the Dallas Cowboys. 

 
I strongly identify with my mother's ancestry (Irish-Americans; Mom-Mom & Pop-Pop, who literally came "off the boat") & my father's ( Italian- Americans; Grandfather & Grandmom)...and they all stressed they were Americans first, because our country ACCEPTED them, whilst others did not.  I imagine many "anti-immigration" supporters come from similar ilk, & that's why it's so frustrating...IMMIGRANTS MAKE US WHO WE ARE!  We are a great country BECAUSE of this, not in spite of this.  Christ, I'll even hug it out with @CGRdrJoe just to prove my point!  MAGA. :banned: :suds: :potkettle:
:unsure:  

I don't think I have an identity anymore, I'm either called "(Insert kids name here) dad" or "this is my friend in the coast guard" 

One day about a year ago I did have someone tell me to gtfo of their country and go back to Iraq, when I pointed out that I was Mexican and not Iraqi he told me to go back there too. Before the bartender had a chance to kick him out I did offer to go to mexico if he would promise to serve out my remaining 4 years in the cg and to live with my wife and kids. He didn't like that option either :kicksrock:

 
I don't really identify as any of the above, although I am not really a nihilist (I did chop off my little toe once, for a movie).

I think we are rapidly Balkanizing in our society, segregating into various identities that aren't healthy.  I don't think it is a positive.  Way too much us versus them.  I think the only solution is for all of us to unite under one central life philosophy--hatred of the Dallas Cowboys. 
The original Balkanization is an extreme case because the ethnic and religious divides pre-dated the political states that were superimposed over them.

In the case of the US, except for Native American and some Colonial North/South dynamics, the nation came before or at about the same time.  But the notion of the great melting pot seems to be slipping away.  I hardly even hear about it nowadays.

 
Entirely a cultural beast, though i believe that makes me the truest of Americans.

Me ma was an Irish love child of 1924. Since that meant a lifetime of identured servitude with the Magdelenes for me grandma and possible arrest & certain family shame for pop, Bobby Doyle (a dockworker in Dun Laoghire) and his girl got hastily married and hopped the Irish Sea to the port of Liverpool, where me ma was born and raised til she was of indeterminate enough size to lie about a birthdate in sync w marriage date. A year later, the Boston maid/groundsman immigrant sponsorship slots through which my "Aunt" Mary eventually imported the entire Doyle fam to America opened for Bob & wife. Unfortunately, only one child was allowed and there were, in true Irish, now 2, so me ma was left w her grandparents and they and their infant went to America for to send for me ma in a year. Twas 1939, due to threat of war, w ma in an orphanage after the deaths of all grandparents, that my 14yo mother finally boarded her boat to America. Her mother died of food poisoning 3 mos later, her dad had an industrial accident that burnt more'n half his skin the next yr and died a year after that of drink & dissipation. Me 17yo mum ran the fam out of the cookie jar & neighbors kindness till the authorities caught up with them. My 16yo uncle ran away to WW2, the two little ones were adopted and ma found herself in a state home. A tiny Sicilian neighbor lady whose dog ma would chase down when it ran away, came to the home and offered to take her and she lived with the Puleos for a decade til she got married.

My dad's people sailed into Dover NH in 1636, my ancestor for to claim and survey land for British speculators. Within the next century they worked their way to northernmost Vermont, farming and maple sugaring the same Coventry hill with two other fams - one French, one Abenaki - for over 200 years, with whom they interbred the whole time. My father's recent ancestors and nine siblings were either geniuses or hydrocephallic droolers as a result and all were labelled as injuns. Grandpa - ineligible for a town wife as a halfbreed - got lucky enough to use his barn as relay for Canadian bootleggers during Prohibition. He could therefore afford to send away for a halfbreed Mohegan (uncle has spent years trying to prove the Mohegan part for a share of casino dough, but grandma was dropped in a Taylor vineyard by a migrant picker and had no birth certificate) wife from the Finger Lakes region of NY. 

Mom & Dad met at a USO dance while he was @ basic for Korea. If any union speaks more richly as an American origin story, I know not of it. Can't but not 'identify' any other way.

 
I exchange the secret handshake with the other bald, fat bastards.  You know who you are.  Gimme some skin.

 
I think I fall somewhere near state/region.  I just can't identify with people who fold their pizza, refer to soda as "pop", wait "on" line instead of "in" line, or think hot dogs are sandwiches.  Those people might as well be from Pakistan.

 
I think I fall somewhere near state/region.  I just can't identify with people who fold their pizza, refer to soda as "pop", wait "on" line instead of "in" line, or think hot dogs are sandwiches.  Those people might as well be from Pakistan.
Those people may not be the same people, except maybe for an overlap between the "fold pizza" and "hot dog is a sandwich" crowds

 
:unsure:  

I don't think I have an identity anymore, I'm either called "(Insert kids name here) dad" or "this is my friend in the coast guard" 

One day about a year ago I did have someone tell me to gtfo of their country and go back to Iraq, when I pointed out that I was Mexican and not Iraqi he told me to go back there too. Before the bartender had a chance to kick him out I did offer to go to mexico if he would promise to serve out my remaining 4 years in the cg and to live with my wife and kids. He didn't like that option either :kicksrock:
Sorry, but  :lmao: :lmao: .....& more importantly,  :suds: :hifive:

 
wikkidpissah said:
Entirely a cultural beast, though i believe that makes me the truest of Americans.

Me ma was an Irish love child of 1924. Since that meant a lifetime of identured servitude with the Magdelenes for me grandma and possible arrest & certain family shame for pop, Bobby Doyle (a dockworker in Dun Laoghire) and his girl got hastily married and hopped the Irish Sea to the port of Liverpool, where me ma was born and raised til she was of indeterminate enough size to lie about a birthdate in sync w marriage date. A year later, the Boston maid/groundsman immigrant sponsorship slots through which my "Aunt" Mary eventually imported the entire Doyle fam to America opened for Bob & wife. Unfortunately, only one child was allowed and there were, in true Irish, now 2, so me ma was left w her grandparents and they and their infant went to America for to send for me ma in a year. Twas 1939, due to threat of war, w ma in an orphanage after the deaths of all grandparents, that my 14yo mother finally boarded her boat to America. Her mother died of food poisoning 3 mos later, her dad had an industrial accident that burnt more'n half his skin the next yr and died a year after that of drink & dissipation. Me 17yo mum ran the fam out of the cookie jar & neighbors kindness till the authorities caught up with them. My 16yo uncle ran away to WW2, the two little ones were adopted and ma found herself in a state home. A tiny Sicilian neighbor lady whose dog ma would chase down when it ran away, came to the home and offered to take her and she lived with the Puleos for a decade til she got married.

My dad's people sailed into Dover NH in 1636, my ancestor for to claim and survey land for British speculators. Within the next century they worked their way to northernmost Vermont, farming and maple sugaring the same Coventry hill with two other fams - one French, one Abenaki - for over 200 years, with whom they interbred the whole time. My father's recent ancestors and nine siblings were either geniuses or hydrocephallic droolers as a result and all were labelled as injuns. Grandpa - ineligible for a town wife as a halfbreed - got lucky enough to use his barn as relay for Canadian bootleggers during Prohibition. He could therefore afford to send away for a halfbreed Mohegan (uncle has spent years trying to prove the Mohegan part for a share of casino dough, but grandma was dropped in a Taylor vineyard by a migrant picker and had no birth certificate) wife from the Finger Lakes region of NY. 

Mom & Dad met at a USO dance while he was @ basic for Korea. If any union speaks more richly as an American origin story, I know not of it. Can't but not 'identify' any other way.
I like you.

 
I love the USA because it is based on certain ideals: mainly "liberty and justice for all" and "give me your tired, hungry and poor". Take away these ideals and my love goes with them. 

 
I love the USA because it is based on certain ideals: mainly "liberty and justice for all" and "give me your tired, hungry and poor". Take away these ideals and my love goes with them. 
You're out of luck, GB. Neither of those is in ascension

 

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