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Tag: 4th of July

Some folks to remember instead of celebrating

Other countries used to like us.

I don’t intend on celebrating the fourth of July this year. I was six years old during America’s Bicentennial. I don’t remember much of it and I was really looking forward to the 250th. I feel cheated because Americans have become so stupid they happily elect con men to all facets of government and gleefully clap as they watch these con men plunder America’s wealth reputation. We don’t have a functioning government. We have pedophiles and pedophile protectors enriching themselves as Americans are forgotten and drown in preventable issues.

On not celebrating today

Do you ever get so angry that you find it difficult to form words? Are you ever so upset you’re on the verge of tears and you wonder how to overcome it? I’m there right now. This past week has been so upsetting, given the absolutely shit decisions from the Supreme Court, I am finding it hard to write anything without the word “fuck” involved.

Monday Musings: It’s just another day now

I’ve always struggled with the day and what it means for the majority of people who live in the United States. So many have never truly been free. I haven’t celebrated it in more than 20 years.

Two days of birth collide

With a high of 88°F for the day, temperatures had settled into the mid-70s, promising a cool evening for the fourth of July fireworks. My mom, and technically me, were all set for the show. She settled into her lawn chair, a cool drink in hand when things began to change.

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