lights in the sky, tremendous booming noises...invasion by aliens? no...invasion of the patriots...
yep, it's july fourth again. the supposed birth of our nation. forgive me if i'm less than enthusiastic. anyone who has read my rambling rants before knows that i am, to say the least, unpatriotic. so, really is it any surprise that i hate this holiday?
i just got into it yesterday with some red-white-and-blue bedecked woman in a store. she tried to shame me with my unpatriotic attitudes. "you should celebrate. it's the birthday of our great nation. the start of all our freedom!" umm, no. as i said in one of my many wtc rants, i am neither white, christian, straight, or male. so, guess what, the little piece of parchment every loves to celebrate today doesn't apply. i'm a quadruple minority. four times beaten. four times hated. (that's four to celebrate) why in the hell should i go out and spend a hundred bucks on jacked-up gunpowder to celebrate the white man's independence? i won't be bbq'ing or driving out of my way for a show. i won't be putting ANYthing red, white, and blue near me if i can help it. when this nation decides to make me a full member, i'll paint my face and wrap myself in a blasted flag while lighting one hell of a finale rack. until then, spare me.
...thus spake the munkies and it was good.