When I was a child, the U.S. government put me and my family, along with 120,000 other Americans of Japanese descent, into internment camps because we happened to look like the people who bombed Pearl Harbor. I've made it my life's mission to teach about this terrible chapter in our history, so that we never forget, and never repeat, this egregious injustice.



I've often wondered, though, whether things would have been different if we'd simply been given a chance to demonstrate our loyalty.



That's why when I go jogging around Hollywood, I always put on my BEST FORM AMERICAN FLAG PANTS while belting out a hearty "God Bless 'Murica" for all the passers-by. So moved are the myriad witnesses to my overt and unabashed patriotism that they stare, mouths agape, overcome with, well, something, as I fist pump the air with an enthusiastic "USA, USA!", the soundtrack to Rocky blaring from our car stereo as Brad urges me on and hands me another Ensure to slug. Sly Stallone, eat your heart out.



The government can rob us of our freedoms, our liberties, and our homes without due process or cause. But it will never take away my stars and stripes.