How American am I?

We're back from a weekend in Missouri with my dad and we had a blast! Here's a little webthing for everyone this morning...

You Are 40% American
America: You don't love it or want to leave it.
But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over.
On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead...
And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch!

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