|Thanks to Jimmie for sending this my way.|
Growing up, everyone always assumed that I was French. My last name was Joliat, so it must be the case that I'm French. When I moved to Chicago, everyone assumed I was Irish because my first name is Colin. In actuality...I'm a motherfuckin' American. Sure there is something to be said for family pride, but there weren't any living family members from a different country when I was born, and we don't carry on any traditions from wherever the motherland may be, so why would I identify with some country from my distant past?