Ohhh goddd, not another American holiday that has been changed from a meaningful landmark in history to an excuse to drink beer and blow shit up!
Actually, that’s exactly what it is! GO AMERICA, I AM SO GLAD I LIVE HERE!
Now, I’m not saying I don’t love a good fireworks show or taking the occasional sip off my dad’s beer (hey, that’s legal, so shut your traps). What I don’t love is the fact that this is all it is. We have been corrupted into believing that independence is the right to buy alcohol and pyrotechnics, which, by the way, you can’t until you’re a certain age.
I just love America.
When I asked people what Independence Day (aka The Fourth of July, in case you’re ignorant enough to not know) was or meant to them, I got responses like:
Dude, I love fireworks.
Yeah, we’re heading to the cabin to party and bullshit!
What does Independence Day mean to me? Well, considering how seriously it seems to be taken, it means to me that it’s time to move to a different country. Even if I end up in a repressed country with less rights and freedoms than animals at a zoo, at least I know they probably still take the idea of freedom and independence a little bit more seriously.
However, in spite of all of this, I do happen to have plans this evening that completely revolve around:
Hey guys! I missed you! Ready to grill out and explode things? LET’S DO THIS!
Ohh, save the hypocrite lecture and also the questions about why I’m still in italics (the WordPress app is a little bitch, that’s why), and just go have fun, okay?