For me, it's not about the psuedo-hype of faux patriotism, the waving of guns and threats left, right and center. It's about respecting what we have inherited and remembering that this land is OUR land - not BP's, not the mega-corporations, not the clear cutters and the bottom fishers, not the tea baggers version of "their" American.
Woody Guthrie, writing in another difficult time, said it best and Pete and Bruce (with a little help from his friends), sing it with sincere conviction.
But could anybody nail it better than Molly? "Here's to everybody who gets together with everybody else to fix whatever-it-is, and has fun doing it — citizen activists are the soul of this country."
Happy birthday, America! Two-hundred twenty-seven years old (in 2003 when this piece was written) and still ready to boogie until we puke. What a great country. Another glorious year in the land of the free and the home of the brave, with only the usual idiocy attendant.
As you may recall, we are fond of celebrating in this space not the majesty, not the glory, but the sheer improbable bliss of life in a free country. Every Fourth, we reserve this space to praise not the mighty, but to recognize the general, ordinary goodness — and slight absurdity — of all of us regular citizens. Our motto is the poet Marianne Moore's observation, "It is an honor to witness so much confusion."
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