Happy Memorial Day from your pals at Idiotville! We hope your day is filled with sunshine, a little day drinking (responsibly, of course), and enough grilled meat to flip over your car.
As for me, I plan to catch a parade before visiting the in-laws for a picnic. I’ll have a beer or two, a couple hot dogs, plus whatever lightly slobbered-on hot dog remnants my three little kids leave behind.
I’ll also spend a healthy amount of time thinking about the over one million American lives lost in combat – lives lost all too soon. I’ll think about exactly what they died to represent: the American ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
After all, America at its best is a place where you can still do almost whatever the hell you want, provided it doesn’t interfere with someone else’s right to do the same.
America doesn’t care if you came from a “shithole country.” If you’re here, you’re an American. In America, you can worship whatever god you choose; we’ll never ban an entire religion. America is never “full,” because ideas have no boundaries – so we’ll keep fighting around the world for human rights to help everyone be more like America, and we’ll keep taking in refugees from places unable or unwilling to grant that most basic of wishes.
As the immortal Statue of Liberty plaque states:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift the lamp beside the golden door!”