I wasn’t going to post anything to commemorate Independence Day this year because I’m not feeling very patriotic. What I am feeling is embarrassed, disgusted, fearful and sad.
I really don’t like feeling this way about America due to a select bunch of assholes. America isn’t like that. I was an American long before the Crazy Train took over. So today I stopped and reflected about what, for me, makes America my America.
I compiled a list and started with the basics: my family and friends
Then I began thinking about what being an American means to me. Freedom. Simple things like getting in my car and driving to any state I want to and not having to present identification papers at each state border. Knowing there are military forces that have protected us for years and will keep protecting us. Knowing that journalists are our eyes and ears and we can choose to believe what they say or not believe what they say. No matter what anyone else says. I like being able to watch whatever I want on television at two in the morning without the government shutting the networks down. It’s nice not having to sneak around to an out-of-the-way secret internet cafe to use Twitter because if the government found out I was using Twitter, I could be killed. I love knowing I don’t have to respect anyone or show loyalty to anyone in the government. Especially someone who doesn’t deserve it.
I then added the material things:
going to the beach
Ben & Jerry’s ice cream
New England foliage
the Statue of Liberty
After thinking about the things that make America what it is for me, I began to feel a little better. Until the darkness that America is under passes, I will try to remind myself of these simple things to shed some light into my little part of the country.
“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.” – Abraham Lincoln