There has been a great deal of angst among conservatives about how the evil bastards on the Left have been trying with might and main to sabotage the 250th anniversary of the founding of our nation. It starts from the childish petulance of artists refusing to participate in anything remotely connected with Donald Trump, and continues with other members of the Pissers & Moaners Set going on about how we have nothing to celebrate because we are really an eeeeevil rayciss patriarchal capitalist bunch of Bad People which has been exploiting and discriminating against homosexualists, Black people, transsexualists, people with blue hair…. the list goes on and on ad nauseam.
Okay, I’ll cop to the “capitalist” bit.
Here’s the thing. Conservatives shouldn’t be worried about all these childish tantrums. We Americans have a great deal to celebrate, even if the screaming loonies are howling all that twaddle on their iPhones, at BlueSky or in institutions like The New York Times — and please note the irony that they are able to do this because of that First Amendment to the Constitution (written by those slave-owning White men two centuries ago), which guarantees the freedom to say the silly bullshit they are putting out. “Silly bullshit”, lest we forget, is absolutely one of the parts of speech protected, much as it makes my hackles rise.
And here’s what I know. I’m going to wake up on Saturday morning, on that very 250th anniversary of our foundation, with a song in my heart and a deep, abiding sense of gratitude that I am an American citizen, and not a citizen of some other shithole country (pretty much all countries not the U.S., as it happens).
I’m going to post a celebratory entry on my website (First Amendment), and then I’m going to head off to Texas Legends shooting range (who have informed me that yes, they’re going to be open on July 4th even though it’s technically a public holiday and they needn’t be), and I’m going to exercise my Second Amendment freedom — something that I damn sure wouldn’t be able to do in all the other shithole countries, because my firearm of choice for the day is going to be the frankenpoodleshooter AR-15 (which is streng verboten in said states of Shitholia).
(I would go to watch the fireworks later, except it’s Texas and even at 9 o’clock at night the temperature will still be set to “Broil”, so I’ll pass on that — but I’ll be there in spirit.)
Dinner will no doubt be extremely carnivorous:
I’m sure that the above innocent activities would no doubt piss off just about the entire population of the Left (also furriners, some overlap there), but there it is.
I don’t need those big public celebrations, in other words, because while they’re fun and all that, the real celebration is personal — an individual’s activity, said individuality being at the very heart of our nation and our Constitution.
We are a nation of individuals, not just cogs in some collective machine, much as it pains the Left that we stubbornly refuse to submit to that coercion (aided by that pesky Constitution thing).
We do have a great deal to celebrate: never forget that alone among the nations of the world — past and present — we are a nation founded on an ideal, a principle, and not simply by being part of some kingdom’s fiefdom.
And we’ve survived and prospered — good grief, how have we prospered! — for two hundred and fifty years (and counting). That’s worth celebrating, even if the Perpetually Aggrieved don’t think so.
Excellent!
Perspective is always welcome and necessary.
It’s easy to become overwhelmed by the day to day bullshit but if you slow down and focus on the real stuff that matters close to home a calmness will come over you.
My Sat will be similar to yours Kim except that my shooting range is a few steps south of my workshop and I too will be releasing some .223’s from their lairs, and I will also let loose with (3) very expensive .348 rounds from my legendary Winchester Model 71, my Pappy’s Pennsylvania deer rifle. PROST!
For as long as I can recall, both as a pre-adult (Nixon) and adult (Reagan, Bush the Elder, Bush the Younger, Trump twice) the Democrats have threatened to leave the country if their chosen candidate failed to be elected (although it’s worth noting that they hardly ever did). No such threats were made by Republicans under Carter, Clinton, Obama or Biden.
Want to know why? Because there’s noplace else to go!
Want to live in a Socialist paradise? There’s plenty in Europe and South America. Anarchy? Africa calls (lthough you might not find the reality of Anarchy quite as much fun as the reality). Want to be protected by a soft nanny state that keeps you from hurting yourself? They’re all over.
Want to live free and prosperous, raising an extended middle finger to anyone who tries to tell you that you only have the rights they decide you should have? Want to work as hard as you can and enjoy the fruits of your labors? There’s only one place, and it’s here.
Perfect? Of course not, perfection only exists in God. No human idea is perfect, but what we have here is as close as we’ve found.
So let’s raise a glass, eat some meat, make some noise, and proclaim “We’re Americans mother fuckers, and if you don’t like it you can kiss my ass in Macy’s window on a white sale day!” (Thanks to my Dad for that last part, the man could turn a phrase).
Mark D
America haters are free to leave, that’s the beauty of American freedoms you enjoy. Of course a few states might tax you for leaving, but hey, tough darts when you vote for The Demented…suck it up Buttercup.
85% of America is getting tired of being run roughshod by the Demented 15%. After 42 years watching the Locust Hoard invade and ruin Colorado’s Front Range cities, turning them into Socialist Utopia Strongholds, especially Denver – an otherwise very nice city – and having lived rural in the state for most of those years, it now is lost to the Demented. Oh well, sucks to be them.
Here…flags and 250 Celebratory banners have been put for a week or more, real America, not that garbage we get pummeled with by Activist Media all week and every weekend. I say tell ‘em all to go scratch and celebrate what our Founders and a bunch of farmers did 250 years back. Grew up 15 minutes from Washington’s Crossing…yeah that spot…Colonial History is everywhere there, so I know the truth of what transpired…and it is inspiring, not loathsome. Steaks on the grill, some fly fishing, flag lying in celebration, and enjoying the greatest country ever devised.
Speaking of your “frankenpoodleshooter”, how are you finding the platform now that you’ve had some time with it?
Hey, Thanks for this, Kim. Nice of you.
Kim, I was bred, born and raised in Our Great Country.
I’ve long held that those of us who were born here — because we don’t know any differently — take far too much of that which our Founders, in their great wisdom, gifted us, and don’t appreciate it nearly as much as those of you who immigrated here (legally) do. I suspect that’s because so many of you saw and lived the nightmares you came from and we have no experience of them.
You’re a perfect example. I’m aware that you’re at best Agnostic; personally, I thank God every day that I wasn’t born in some pestilent shithole east of the Prime Meridian and/or south of the Equator.