Tonight, I sit here listening to the unending din of freedom's artillery outside, bathed in a constant cacophony of explosions and thundering flashes from all points of the compass, sounding for all the world like the Mother Of All Battles, artillery, bombs, missiles, machineguns, and the like. But what it actually is, is people shooting off all manner of malum prohibitum items, even in this nanniest of nanny states, and giving the minions of intrusive government b.s. full notice (and a pair of middle fingers) that they and their busybody regulations can go straight to hell when it comes to proscribing things which shoot into the air and explode on this day of days.
"I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shows, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more." -
John Adams' letter to his wife Abigail, July 1776, regarding the fitting anniversary celebration of American independence
I won't entertain any twaddle or hogwash today about how dire and departed liberty and freedom are in this land. There are 364 other days of the year for folks so inclined to be Eeyore.
Eff off with that $#!^.
Listen to your elders, light some fuses, and go blow some stuff up. If only for practice.
(Besides, the true meaning of today should scare every rent-seeking tax-collecting government shitweasel into an early heart attack. Hear me, God.)
Tomorrow, you can revert to pessimism, and go back to plotting how to get what we've lost back.
But even in the worst of circumstances, a little celebration is always in order.
Our national existence itself is nothing short of a miracle, and our birth certificate, penned to occasion the nation's birth, is one of the most magnificent documents in the history of the human species.
If - and particularly so on this day - you can't wrap your head around that, and give free assent to that notion, you are alien to me, and I do not know you, nor would wish to.
Howsoever cracked the Liberty Bell may be, the echoes of its peals still thunder down through the ages.
...proclaim liberty throughout the land unto all the inhabitants thereof...And now, you'll have to pardon me. It's after midnight, and I have a few things I need to go set off.
- Leviticus 25:10
Happy Birthday to the United States of America, still the greatest nation on the face of the earth!