As the 4th of July draws to a close and America celebrates its freedom, it is customary to spend some time reflecting on the American dream and what that means to us. The American dream of owning a house with a white picket fence, two kids, an SUV in the driveway and a 50 inch plasma TV hanging on wall in the family room. Our great nation of roads and highways that allow us to commute to the McMansions invading the country side, where we don't have to worry about cutting down our oxygen producing forests, because we can expect the Amazon to always be there. The land where you can say anything you want as long as you don't offend anyone. The home of the brave who will invade another country to protect us from perceived threats. Soldiers fighting at the bequest of our politicians, taking prisoners who we deny the same rights that we as citizens expect to receive. The land of the Christian majority who love you and forgive you even though they know you are going to hell. Ah yes, the land of the free the home of the brave; where we spend our independence day fattening ourselves on beer, burgers, and potato salad before settling in to light off those Chinese made fireworks; celebrating independence from excessive taxes and lack of quality representation. So let us all sing that The Star-Spangled Banner in praise of this great nation we proudly live... assuming we even know the words.