Patriotism Indulgence and the Subsequent Hangover

Yesterday was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.

But then today I log into Facebook and see some weird shit:

1) People getting pissy at others who posted so-called “anti-American” sentiments on the Fourth of July. My thoughts:

If Nazis have the right to march (peacefully) through little Jewish towns filled with Holocaust survivors, then you bet your American ass you have the right to bitch about the United States on any day of the year- including Independence Day- should you desire to. It doesn’t harm anyone, so it cannot be intrinsically wrong.

I don’t understand why this idea bothers so many people. You don’t have to like an opinion which differs from your own, but you can show some respect and practice tolerance and understanding.

I think my main problem is why it is so important to so many people whether or not someone likes the old US of A. Frankly, I can’t seem to give a shit even if I try. The impact that someone’s differing opinion has on my life is infinitesimal.

My other problem is that the people who are condemning this criticism of the United States are not simply disagreeing with the opinion. They are trying to assert that the mere HAVING of the opinion is wrong. So it’s not “I think you are wrong being of X, Y and Z.” That would be acceptable to me. Rather, it’s “You should not have that opinion, because it is wrong to have an opinion which is not X.” That’s a little screwed.

Anyway, my goal in writing this is just to point out that an analytical approach to these sorts of topics is far more useful than an emotional one. There’s no use getting upset about any of it.

2) “Happy 4th everyone. I love this country and what it stands for and the freedom we have and whether anyone likes it or not the reality is our country was founded on God and His Word!”

This is just straight-up not factual. My mind is boggled.

Normally I wouldn’t bother getting into politics, but I guess with me being abroad, it comes up a lot.

Anyway, here’s a picture of me holding an apple pie I made.

And here’s a close-up of what is written on my arms. It helps when most people around you don’t speak that much English.

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