This is a weird fourth of July. Perhaps we should have stayed at Chattanooga one more day, instead of traveling all day yesterday to get here today. But we were away last week, and I just wanted to be home.
It didn’t give me time to prepare a fourth of July post, so I guess we’ll have to do with this.
My family will probably watch 1776 and The Patriot. We’re aware both are flawed as to history, but both capture a feel we like on the fourth.
And then we’ll get Chinese take out. This is a tradition that started 21 years ago (Marsh was in a playpen) when we moved to Manitou Springs and found that our front balcony faced the fireworks. Because the house didn’t have a stove or refrigerator that worked, we didn’t have food in the house, and we got Chinese takeout, then sat down to watch the fire works.
For some reason, this because a tradition with the boys. If we’re not having a 4th party (we used to, but lost the habit while living downtown CS) we have Chinese takeout. Yeah, in a weird way it is oddly American. I mean, now it’s fairly available in Europe, too, but it used to be — believe it or not — Chinese take out was an American thing.
Tomorrow I’d do a Liberty Con AAR, but for now, I’ll leave you with a link to a post by Nicki Kenyon taking out the (euro) trash. It can’t be emphasized enough how little anyone “not of us” gets us. I can’t even explain us to my family.
I wrote this (over at PJmedia) to try to explain to people here why I neither think we are a “nation of blood” nor a nation that requires no assimilation. And why I think open borders are wrong, too.
Also, of course, we’re like nothing they’ve seen before or after. If they don’t get that we’re different from their nations, they don’t understand us. And they regard all we are and all we achieve as a sort of magic or perhaps an evil trick they don’t know how to replicate. This fascinates about us. I can’t find P. J. O’Rourke’s quote, so I’ll paraphrase: We’re a ravishing twenty year old woman. They’re a pimply thirteen year old boy. They love us and hate us. They think about us all the time, and can’t understand that we barely notice them at all and then mostly with benevolent amusement. Sucks to be them.
But we? We’re the most fortunate of people in the most fortunate era the world has seen.
They ain’t seen nothing like us yet!
Spiritually we were slaves called out from among other nations. We bled and died for a hopeless cause of Liberty. We starved and despaired at Valley Forge and we’ve come through to the glorious day of freedom.
Many battles lie still ahead of us. And we might very well lose that life, that fortune and the sacred honor we pledged to this endeavor.
Every generation must fight for and win Liberty anew. It is our duty and our privilege.
Go and enjoy being an American. And it’s okay to cry when they play the Star Spangled Banner. I do.