rage-filled bitter, sad, scorned salt baby
clear skin. shining eyes. my childhood youth and wonder has returned. happiness and bliss is in my soul. I am successful. valued. the sky is shining and the stars twinkle just for me. I am at peace.
well you don’t wake up to historic news every day. congratulations America, getting better each day.
after i heard the news i could not wait for the circus that would follow from the conservative mind set, like Fox news. oh boy. it did not disappoint. the amount of crazy logic going on there is amazing. the Dead sea has less salt than them right now, and I’m grateful to be alive and witness such an amazing day.
So, us Americans are annoying. And we understand that entirely. It’s actually one of the things we’re famous for, so some of us wanna rock that… Well, we hate that side of us too. Now, onto the 4th of July.
Most of the time, we kinda hate our own country (or at least how it’s run). Not quite as much as all of you seem to… But we do. We hate it because we live here, and we see from the inside all of the little flaws. We’re attacked and hurt by these flaws. From the outside, sure you see our…interesting government and our annoying boastfulness, but you don’t see the little things that make us hate us.
The 4th is our one day of the year when we recognize that, sure our “free” country is ridiculous and rather terrible sometimes, but we should love it here. And we do. For one day (the whole week when it comes to fireworks…), we get to blow stuff up into pretty colors, we get to gorge ourselves on all the meat, pie, and alcohol we can, and we get to pretend that, at least for 24 hours, our country still signifies everything it used to.
We realize that our country isn’t as free as we say it is, and we realize that there are countries with similar, if not far better, human rights to ours. It’s just… Unlike most countries, we fought for ours, then had to build it from the ground up. Many countries fought, yes, and they deserve to go crazy on their Independence Days too. We attempted an unheard of and seemingly impossible war against the biggest and strongest empire in the world, and we won. We were just 13 little colonies, a ragtag group of misfits with a dream beyond what colonies could accomplish.
We may get a little (okay, a lot) annoying boasting about our “freedom,” but the 4th is not about that. What we’re celebrating today is that, in the most impossible war, we broke free.