I’m feeling glad I don’t live in some third world shit hole theocracy today and there are still some rights which haven’t been violated here. However, every year on The Fourth I have this thought that I thought I’d share. Why are we celebrating a date that symbolizes nothing more than a day a couple of hundred years ago that a bunch of politicians and statesmen agreed enough was enough? Would these men have had the courage to do this if not for the REAL HEROES who had actually put their own asses in the line of fire with guns, not pens in a nice safe pub, over a year before?
The real birth of our independence was on April Nineteenth 1775, in Lexington and Concord. Just something for everyone to think about placing credit where it’s due.
