The Great Irony Called Independence Day

Also Known As Fictional Freedom Follies!

Photo by Karsten Winegeart on Unsplash

Sitting here on the Gulf of Texas’ Redneck Riviera, sipping on a frosty longneck and watching the tourists creep in bumper-to-bumper, I am given to reflect on the concept of Freedom and am left to wonder just exactly what the 4th of July means to these weekend visitors.

My guess is that means the Freedom to over-drink, under-think, party like Ozzy, grill dead animals, ride monster “side by sides” ad nauseum, with music volume cranked to wake the dead, and play Cornhole like it’s a real game.

And oh yeah, it means the Freedom to pop fireworks to hell and back …

Here’s to Celebrating the Freedom to grab a baby and Run! 😅

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For some reason, I’m having a hard time getting my Party-for-Freedom On this year. It’s tough to put a finger on it, but I’m guessing it may have something to do with living under an ominous, oppressive regime built on a Mountain of Deceit, with a gushing Fountain of Fabrications adorning the peak. But it’s all so beautifully safe and effective, you know.

Maybe I’m not fully on board with the ever-evolving Freedom to drop suddenly dead from a sinister needle continuing to cause the world to clot and create an epidemic of neoplastic turbo “cancer of uncertain origin.” C’mon Doc, mistakes were made, get over it. My bad, I guess I’ve always had a soft spot for millions mass murdered.

And I suppose I don’t really appreciate my Freedom to stay in the Gray Rock Hotel for exercising my First Amendment right to protest or speak aloud any of the masters’ designated Wrongthink, god forbid saying anything that even remotely resembles or rhymes with Democidal Extermination.

And I guess I may have lost sight of my Big, Beautiful Freedom to pay confiscatory taxes legal plunder on income, property, transportation, fuel and countless other things to help our benevolent masters pay their masters for that unmentionable stuff we’re not allowed to talk about. Racist lips sink ships you know. Hey, just zip it Gomer. Or else.

And I’m sure I’m taking for granted my Freedom to pay ever-increasing amounts for eggs and bread so that my highly esteemed leaders in government and banking can continue to print, like drunk sailors, vast amounts of Monopoly Money. No offense to actual drunk sailors. Ok that’s it Johnny Boy … go to jail, do not pass Go.

Best of luck to all! 💥🤡💥

~~ j ~~

“Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.”

~~ Janis Joplin