I used to really like the Fourth of July. There is still the frisson of revolutionary delight, for those who know the words AND the music, and understand the true meaning of putting fireworks into the hands of The People. Even the dimmest must get something from that, some vague notion about distributed gunpowder not quite neutered by years of abraded Second Amendment rights. Setting off explosives in the street. How truly American.
And yet, it has all been turned into corndogs and car sales now. Patriotic parades with salutes to the troops. The Boston Pops, for crying out loud. Birthplace of the revolution, and they're listening to an overblown symphonic overture about Napoleon and the Tsar.
I will confess, I do like the cannons.
And yet, it has all been turned into corndogs and car sales now. Patriotic parades with salutes to the troops. The Boston Pops, for crying out loud. Birthplace of the revolution, and they're listening to an overblown symphonic overture about Napoleon and the Tsar.
I will confess, I do like the cannons.
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