I’ve come to the painful realization that it has only been in the past two years that I’ve started calling my home country “America”. Straight from the rhetoric. Scheisse. I regret that it took a new friend from Argentina to point this out.

North America is made up of no fewer than twenty-three countries.  South America has twelve.  More than thirty five nations with unique heritage, culture, language, and food.  These are places with diverse people, countryside, farmland, cities, ruins, beaches and jungles. They have their own wars and shitty politics and glorious uprisings.  They do not belong to anyone in the U.S, no matter what imperialist money might try to say.

The US is not “America”: it is the United States, the States, USA.

So many of us are busying ourselves mending our psyches and trying to right the wrongs done by those who came before.  We’re learning new words for things in order to correct past behaviors. Add to the list that the United States cannot possibly represent “America”.

If for no other reason than that a fascist–and overall disgusting waste of human life–began this trend, let’s end it.