Not gonna front, folks. July 4th is sad for me anymore.

I remember loving my country.

I remember thinking we were the good guys.

I remember thinking we were the biggest bunch of badasses to ever walk the earth.

I remember a “shining city on a hill”, not a sulfuric sodomite hellmouth.

I remember having unbounded optimism, not begging for the end to come, swift and severe.

I remember thinking we were the peak, not the nadir of human society and culture.

I remember watching this dance number and it making me happy, not sad for how far we have fallen and how much we have lost.

We must remember all that which was good and true and beautiful, and restore and expand it, and purge and conflagrate all of the evil. All of it.