Happy 4th of July! Yes, for those of us in America, this is a seminal holiday celebrating our freedoms. I’m not a flag-waver but I have to say that I am very happy I was born and raised in a country that have so many freedoms. As we all know, there are many other countries that are far worse than America.
This country is an experiment in a form of democracy known as a Constitutional Republic. We have many rights enshrined in our Constitution unavailable to most other people in other countries – yes, even those in the West.
Like any experiment though, there have been successes and failures and I hope what we’ve done as a country is learned from those failures just as we have celebrated our successes.
On this day, while we are celebrating with barbecues and fireworks displays, we should remember what it took for us to get where we are.
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Happy American Jesus Day! I couldn’t sleep, so I was up early and enjoying a few of the “God and country” editorials that always seem to appear in many newspapers this time of year which push the Christian nation mythology and suggest that all our problems would disappear if we would just accept Jesus, etc.
Remember, 71% of Americans identify as “Christian”.
Well, Jack, to be fair, all of MY problems would disappear if I just accepted Jesus because that would mean that I had a lobotomy.
And I don’t want to go through THAT again, thank you very much!
NOW I understand. 🤠
See? I knew you’d understand if I explained it simply enough!
BTW, how come I can’t respond to your response?
How am I supposed to engage others in tedious arguments of insidious intent?
I know what you mean about our many rights.
When I was a kid, my father took me along to visit one of his friends, who was a luthier.
I was delighted by his sunny, good-smelling workshop and charmed by his gentle good manners and Old-World elegance.
Years later, I read a description of a perfect English gentleman that praised the “purity and mildness of his emotions.” I was put in mind of my father’s friend — alas, long since deceased.
He charmed me to pieces when he said to my father, “Hev a gless tea.”
Then he made me laugh when he said (to amuse me) that he was glad to be in America, “where — thenks God — I can be an atheist.”