When once more we gather to burn up dead animals in our backyard, use explosives heedlessly and Most Important of All, listen to a bunch of Jingo speeches reminding us how the United States won every war ever fought, by our resourcefulness (using hijacked resources from every conquered nation), persistence, ingenuity, (like the european refugee scientists who kick started our Nuclear and Missile programs) and gosh darn it just plain old being better than everybody else in the whole gosh-darned world. It brings tears to my eyes and I get all choked up. Which is the body’s natural defensive reaction to the stench of decaying bullshit. And this bullshit has been decaying more than two centuries.
Happy Birthday, o marvelous Warmongering Corporate state! Remember to kill a commie for mommy, remember to win their hearts and minds or just burn down their god damn huts, and most importantly, remember the alamo. And the Shores of Tripoli. You know what the difference is? We only lost once at the alamo.
We gather together to celebrate the systematic destruction of the North American continent by a group of savage immigrants who believe they have not just a right but a moral duty to run the affairs of the entire world for the sole benefit of 1% of the population.
