Well, maybe not a real conundrum as I have only celebrated the holiday sporadically. Every few years I will go to a fireworks display, usually at the suggestion of someone else. Although when I lived in Tulsa, my apartment complex was right on the Arkansas River. Every year they had a fireworks display put on from a bridge about a 5-minute walk from my apartment. I simply stepped out onto to my patio to watch. The last few years we have stayed home as Prancess Lily is so terrified of fireworks that Robin does not want to leave her alone. When the muchachos were younger we made a little bigger deal of it, but those times have passed.
My problem is this. This is the semiquincentennial of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Normally, I would think this grand and a cause for celebration. However, El puta pendejo aka the current occupant of the now defaced White House, is dead set on making this event about him. A real President might be the head cheerleader of such a celebration, but he/she would step aside and let the celebration be the most important thing. Given the current state of this country, I see no reason to be celebrating. (I started to write our country, but I feel like my country has been taken away from me.) The United States of America, as currently manifested, is not a country to be lauded. Maybe there is a way out of this depressing morass, but if the billionaire’s puppet known as the Republican Party and the Religious Right have their way it is only going to get worse.
The 250th anniversary of the United States of America is feeling more and more like another thing that Cadet Bone Spur has put his reverse Midas touch on. And I certainly do not want to celebrate anything Trumpian.
And so it should not go.
