Fuck Independence Day

For my post for this month, I'd like to focus on the sham that occurs on the fourth day of July every year known as Independence Day. The entire celebration of America's birthday makes me fucking sick; the traditions, the feigned patriotism, and, of course, we can't forget about those goddamn fireworks. The sad thing is that July 4th is the perfect metaphor for the current state of America: Americans stuffing their faces, drinking beer, and then entertaining themselves by staring blindly into the sky at a bunch of bright lights and loud noises. Fucking pathetic...

My real complaint is this: What exactly is there to celebrate? Take a look at the current state of our country, our government, our citizens. July 4th shouldn't be a day of celebration; no, it should be a day of mourning, a wake for our once great country. The America we all think we live in, the one we learn about in history class in high schools from coast to coast, it's dead. The sad thing is it never really existed in the first place.

Instead of Independence Day being a day of gluttony, the holiday should be a day of revolution. It should be a day where Americans rise up and demand the America we've all been promised, the America we deserve. Instead of staring blindly into the sky, we should look into our hearts, into our souls, and ask ourselves how we could allow our country to rot while we stand idly by and eat hot dogs. Our generation's great war is upon us. We must rescue America from its most dangerous enemy since its birth on July 4, 1796.

We must save America from itself.