I do very much enjoy
the illusion of freedom I
have as an American.
It’s marvelous to know
that I am, essentially,
a free person, able to choose
any path I like.
Sort of.
Kinda… but it’s good…
We are indeed the home
of the brave, land of the free,
like every other Republic or
true Democracy, we’re only
special insomuch that we
believe we’re special,
because we’re pretty special
patriots.
Patriots who believe
they are the only patriots
and their patriotism is more
important that your patriotism,
and that you might not be a
real American if you disagree
with their beliefs or that brand of patriotism.
Which I suppose you’re free to
do in the United States because we’re
all about Freedom, as long as that
Freedom doesn’t make the other
freedoms uncomfortable, or offend
God, even though we are Constitutionally
a nation wherein Church and State are separate.
Just another one of the pluses of being
rebellious colonists, who felt like the wealthy
weren’t getting treated well by other wealthy
men, so they encouraged the poor to take up
arms in order to protect those money making
freedoms.
I recognize the bitter tone of this piece,
as it is my right to be so as an American, I suppose.
My hopeful optimistic myopic view of
The United States has grown from 8th Grade
Civics,
to a more fully developed understanding of how
we got here and a critical concern
for where we are headed.
The divisions in The United States,
do have me worried.
Neither side of the political system
is 100% right all the time,
there has to be room for compromise,
otherwise this Freedom we
hold so dearly, is in jeopardy.
So yeah, We’re Free.
We’re Independent.
We’re rugged individualists.
Kinda…, sorta.
I guess.
Happy Independence Day!