no props this year

I know next week is sup­posed to be In­de­pen­dence Day and we’re sup­posed to feel all pa­tri­ot­ic and shit, 

but af­ter the past cou­ple of weeks (not to men­tion the last cou­ple years),
and today’s hor­rif­ic SCO­TUS de­ci­sions, (The SCO­TUS is as in­fect­ed as the rest of Washington.)

all I feel is deep shame and embarrassment. 

I’m not proud to live here. 

I don’t feel any love for this place.
I grieve for the coun­try that has been lost and that I used to feel a part of. 

Amer­i­ca is no longer.
There is noth­ing to celebrate. 

So next Wednes­day, I will only cel­e­brate what would have been my dad’s 75th birth­day. That’s the only im­por­tant thing to mark on July 4, 2018. Every­thing else is just a farce.
 
 

—kim­ber­ly a. morales

Flom­mist Kim­ber­ly A. Morales is a food and well­ness blog­ger, and pa­tron saint of cats. Copy­right © 2018 Kim­ber­ly A. Morales.

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