It’s the Fourth of July weekend here in the States. When we celebrate our independence from Britain and the beginning of America.
Ah, patriotism. Fireworks. Hot dogs. Apple pie. American flags streaming from every household and flag pole.
We celebrate it. But do we really understand it? What cost was paid for it? How precious it is that we must never surrender it, to anyone, for any reason?
Alas, no. We neither understand it, know the cost of it, nor how precious it is. We simply wave a flag, chant “USA! USA!” mindlessly and enjoy not having to work for a few days. Maybe sip a cold brew, or two, “for the boys who died.”
America stands at a crossroads. It’s not clear to the majority of Americans, but it’s there nonetheless. The choice between regression into a more barbaric time, or the future, where all things are possible.
We dance on the edge of a knife, unheeding the danger beneath our feet. One slip, the wrong choice, and the dream that is America falls into nightmare.
Which do you prefer?
You can’t have both.