It’s sad out there. There’s a feeling of hopelessness and not caring that has taken over. We’re rolling over and showing our bellies in submission to what has been put in place. What we thought we wanted. It’s like one big exercise in settling. The oceans were on fire and we all shrugged and moved on. Maybe some of us decided to kick a political football squarely in society’s crotch on the way out, but it’s time to gawk at the next piece of bullshit that’s wafting our way. America is in crisis, and I believe in Her enough to want to protect her from it.
I’m currently sitting outside. It’s cold for this time of the year. There’s a chill in the air. I’m wearing the North Face fleece that I bought for my trip to the border. And I probably should be wearing pants instead of spandex shorts. I’m chilly. I could possibly shiver if I let myself. Hard to believe just days ago we were experiencing a citywide heat wave. It’s dank. It’s cold. There’s garbage everywhere. Everything looks run down and tired.
But this is my home. New York City, New York, U.S.A. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just see a nation hurting more than I’ve ever seen Her hurt. No one likes one another, everyone’s got an opinion about everything, and damnation unto you if you don’t think as I do or criticize the things I say. Enough already. What has caused us to get here, and what’s preventing us from knocking it off?
I once said here I’ll never be blackpilled. And that’s still true. I don’t think our country is beyond saving. Because tomorrow, we celebrate our independence. Our freedom. What makes America already great. Sure, Americans are boorish and brash and always in everyone else’s business. But we’re there for you. We’ll help you out. We’ve got a giving spirit that we just want the rest of the world to experience in their own ways. For God and Country. Him and Her. What was once discovered here all those years ago rings true every time you see humanity shine a light on Her people. She’s got morals and values that can stand the test of time.
And why wouldn’t we want to celebrate that? What’s the point of feeling sorry for ourselves and feeling bad when it doesn’t always go our way? Should we complain, or should we be grateful for what we have?
I’ve always felt like July 4th was a serious sort of holiday. It was fun, especially when it’s hot and sunny. It’s the midpoint of summer. It’s a big deal who you spend it with. But it always meant a lot more to me than other holidays. There was a solemnity with it that I discovered, even as a kid. I wanted reverence for anything red, white, and blue. I know there’s some out there who find that cringey, but why shouldn’t you want that for the place you were born and raised? Yes, I’ll maintain that is a big deal, and I’m not going to apologize for feeling patriotic on the 4th. I just like to extend that feeling for the rest of the year as well.
America means a lot to me, and I hope it means a lot to the world, too. All of us are here, living our independent lives, coexisting on a planet that’s hurling a million miles a minute through space. When we come together, it’s because we want to, not because some big, faceless corporate entity is locking our hands together, leading us to some unknown promised land we neither agreed to nor signed up for. I hope and pray that after the 4th, people see what’s happening. They say “no” to tyranny, even if that tyrannical figure was someone you once believed in. A house of cards may fall in even the slightest breeze. And we’re somehow gearing up for a cold, cloudy Independence Day.
Be ready. I won’t wave my white flag unless it’s backed up by the red and the blue.
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