I’ve always loved summer and particularly Independence Day here in the U.S. The idea of America has always appealed to my patriotic fervor. I like the idea that there was a country established with liberty and freedom in mind no matter how rocky and bumpy it ultimately was for the many it purported to serve. I honor the founders of this country as the true statesmen they were. Never before in history has a collection of gentlemen of such brilliance assembled in one time and place. Certainly there is zero comparison to today’s utter imbeciles honoring and enriching themselves in office at the expense of those they serve. Hopefully one day Americans will grow weary of government domination of their lives and will see fit to engage in a second revolution, peacefully, for the return of freedom and liberty to this nation. Until people want to be self-determined in their lives and live under nature’s rights and not under man’s rule, we will continue to suffer in their collective “utopia”.
John Adams wrote to his wife on July 2, 1176 how Americans might celebrate their independence each July 4th.
It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty.”
To “solemnize” the anniversary, he advised “Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.
I live in one of few places in America where “illuminations” are standard fare for the celebration. It sounds like a war zone with mortars going off. If one lives in a shit-hole like New York City then you aren’t even allowed the simple child’s pleasure of a sparkler thanks to their ruler Nanny Bloomberg.
For a moment I will watch the fireworks and be thankful to the Founders who risked all for our liberty and freedom. But mostly I will mourn what this country has become.