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Happy fourth, all you American type peoples!
Oh yeah... Happy belated Canada day to my Canadian friends. *sweatdrop* I knew I forgot something... Hey, don't stone me yet, y'all! I just woke up twenty minutes ago. *scowls* Stupid ringing phone... Rawr...
Sure, it was already past noon. Who really cares? ^_^

Fourth of July?!?!

Boy oh boy, time flies. Where was I this time last year? Who know. -_- Probably in Georgia. *thinks* YES!!! That's exactly where I was! HA!!! Take that memory!!!
Yes, on a brief note, I hate the fourth of July. Absolutely despise it. As does the majority of my family. Thus the reason we spent the day at home with cartons of Chinese food, ice cream, and nothing to do besides warding off my other family members who kept on calling asking if we wanted to go have barbecues or go to firework displays. ^_^
Hell, sometimes my family comes in handy. Since I hate answering the phone, they were the ones who kept on going "no, no, no thanks, no, fireworks make me nauseous, bye."
Whee!!! *dances in a happy circle*
Yes. Reasons why I hate the fourth? *shrugs* Nothing major, really. Just that, in my heart, I know I'm Canadian. Sure, I'm about 1/2 Native American Indian and most of my family (Andy's the exception) were born in the USA, but I still count myself as a Canadian. Who knows why? Maybe it's because I spent most of my early life there. Or maybe because all the good years of my life-- the pre-depression years and all, y'know-- were spent there, with friends who I still keep in touch with. Perhaps I love Canada because I was too young to see the disillusionment behind the facade. Who knows? But the point is, I count myself as a Canadian. The fourth of July holds very little meaning to me. Even less since 9-11.
Why is that? Well, I've got a theory. Hang on to your hats!
Right after 9-11, people, in my area, at least, seemed so much more in tune with each other. Everyone was standing up for their patriotism and their beliefs. Hell, for a brief while I even decided to count myself as an American! But it wasn't too long before everyone returned to the way things were. Sure, we still hang flags out on our front stoops and all, but there's nothing behind it anymore, in my opinion. We're back to not bothering to stand and recite the Pledge of Allegiance at school, to not standing up for our patriotic rights, to being strangely obtuse to everything around us, and to dissing the country. It seems almost as though, for a brief while after that fateful September day, we were allowed to see what this country could be. We could be real Americans, for a change. We could see behind the facade. We could be... Well, we could be a lot of things. But we let that slip away.
So now, on July fourth, 2002, it just seems to be fake. It slapped me in the face today when I realized that, really, in the end there's still nothing there. That brief bit of patriotism and loyalty after 9-11 was exactly that. A brief bit of pride.
And now, only 10 months later, there's not much of that left. We're back to the way we were; fake, disillusioned, and strangely American. Like Beth says: "Happy birthday, America. We may have had 226 to grow up, but we've still got a long way to go."
She's right, you know. We really do have to grow up a little still before we can really stand up and be counted as a true nation under God- or whatever other diety we choose to worshi

And on a slightly more cheerful note...

Oh man, did this make me giggle. ^_^ As did this. And this. But can you blame me?
I thought not. ^_^
Ugh... I got to go write stuff now. Blah.