I don't even know what the word "independence" means. I am, in reality, independent of nothing and no one.
This holiday, the 4th of July, like so many others, doesn't appeal to me. Blowing shit up, and paying a bunch of money to do it. Listening to other people lighting off Jerry-rigged bombs all day and all night. Good stuff. Probably great for the environment.
Other holidays:
My birthday: don't care.
Other people's birthdays: see above.
Christmas: Christians stealing pagan rituals and pretending a star was born.
Easter: Pretending the star rose from the dead.
Halloween: Pretty cool, but also a chore, with children.
St. Patrick's Day: Fuck pseudo-Irish people and drunken idiots.
Labor Day: I'm on board.
Veteran's Day: On Board.
Mother's/Father's Day: Shouldn't have to be a holiday to love your parents.
Thanksgiving: Celebration of destroying a culture, with gluttony.
New Years Eve: Yep. Have to buy another calendar. Cool.
(Just another positive PSA for no one. You're welcome.)
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