Independence Day 2021. Let Freedom Ring.

Sing it like Aretha Franklin or scream it like Ted Nugent: Freedom! 

Happy Independence Day, fellow Americans. And a pleasant July 4th to the rest of you. If I may, like everyone else, quote John Adams on this day of celebration, “It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.”

I am an American. There’s no hiding it, even if I were so inclined. MBW (now a naturalized US citizen) told me once during one of our trips (Europe? Mexico? I forget) that I practically had the American flag tattooed on my forehead. I’m not sure precisely what that means. Is it how I dress? Is there something about my demeanor or attitude that proclaims my birthright? I don’t know, but I can’t say it bothers me. I’m happy to be identified as a USAian. Always have been.

This web log isn’t a place for me to pontificate or espouse my own socio-political opinions. So I’m not going to wade into the muck tidal pool that is American politics today. I’ll just state that Independence Day still means something important to me; that I continue to uphold the values of freedom and individual liberty that undergird this great experiment. I remain tickled that the founding documents of a democracy are much concerned with what the State cannot do to its Citizens, with the unspoken corollary that, since the power of the State is derived from the Citizens, there are things we are forbidden to do to ourselves, no matter how many of us would want to vote for it. Brilliant, and — sadly — prescient.

So celebrate our republic, people. It’s ours if we can keep it. Cherish your freedoms. Fire up that grill. Crack open that beer. Light that fuse. Sing Team America lyrics with profane gusto. Celebrate.

And, since there is nothing more quintessentially American than capitalism, now I’m going to try to sell you something. How about one of my books? You can browse, or I’ll try to push Under Strange Suns. Why Under Strange Suns? That one seems rather popular. It has sold well enough that I reached the top tier of the publisher’s royalty schedule. So I make more from selling copies of Under Strange Suns than any of my other novels. Private school is expensive, and I’ve got the upcoming school year’s tuition for my soon-to-be second grader looming. There, I provided reasons. Compelling reasons? Well, a career in sales was never in the cards for me.

Freedom!