I wasn’t even going to post today. Well, that’s not true. I had a post up and ready to publish and I then figured it’s a holiday and people might not be reading and might miss it. g-d, I’m full of myself sometimes.
I loathe the 4th. I’m not a crowd person. And just try to see a fireworks display without a few hundred thousand people.
What I’m really not though – is patriotic. Gasp – all of you. Go ahead.
I’d rather stick needles in my eye than have to be subjected to Lee Greenwood’s “Proud to be an American” – where the following line is ‘where at least I know I’m free’.
….because the line is utter bullshit, but people eat it up and come back for seconds and thirds.
This isn’t a gay rights thing – though I could easily make it out to be, just for a post sake. No, this is a ‘how we have a huge sense of entitlement with nothing really to back it up besides a lot of posturing’ thing.
If you haven’t seen the HBO series John Adams, it’s worthy of viewing (and already out on DVD). But as much as I hate W (and I do), shit he has pulled has been going on since the formation of our government. It is or seems a little more profound now, but who really knows.
I loathe the phrase/bumperstickers: “Freedom isn’t Free”. No doubt coined by Bechtel, Haliburton or Blackwater.
I more subscribe to the “No One is Free When Others are Oppressed” theme. We can say we’re all about liberation and nation-building, but it’s usually at the cost of oppressing others – including our own.
Happy 4th. Bah-humbug!
Song by: George Michael