It seems an odd tribute to our democracy, I guess. Let's blow shit up!! "Rockets' red glare", yadda yadda...
Last night, at our peaceful cabin in the woods, I could have closed my eyes and felt more like I was in Afghanistan than Northern Minnesota. Pow! Blam! Fitzzzsss!
It wasn't really until after my experiences in Mexico and Nicaragua that I really considered some of what Americans take for granted. Things like "SuperAmerica" gas stations. Igniting rockets to celebrate freedom. Imagine what we'd have thought during the Cold War if the Soviets had "SuperUSSR" gas stations? Or blew up things in celebration? Maybe they do - I dunno.
I get amused by "freedom" - hey, you know what? That's the name of a gas station, too. Is there something patriotic about gas stations? Gas consumption, maybe? But anyone can toss that word around to mean anything. It truly needs some definition.
Take the guy selling bumper stickers at the Finlayson Fourth of July flea market. His wares were flush with redneck, testosterone-infused, illogical slogans; most of which I don't care to repeat. Wow. That's Freedom, for ya. Makes me want to go blow shit up.
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