July 4th

Celebrate Corn!

This fourth of July, I am not proud at all to be an American.

I’m no expert in politics or U.S. history, but I can see when things are going in a terrible direction. Last week’s supreme court (yes, I know the rules of capitalization) decisions are stark proof. To those who weaponize the constitution based on freedom of expression to protect overt discrimination of those they don’t align with, for those who think the framers of the constitution were prescient gods dedicated to allowing them to keep their semi-automatics, to those who refuse to acknowledge the obvious truth that we are mired (and miring deeper) in systemic racism, I can only willingly suspend disbelief so far. I am worried we are- and how can I put this delicately?- fucked.

I am going to try to enjoy the secular version of the day. I dislike fireworks and parades but corn is tasty, and so is ripe watermelon. For a day, I will take a break from wringing my hands while hopeful ground is lost to fear, greed, corruption, patriarchy, and intolerance. I mean, it’s summer, and winter will be here before you know it. In fact, it’s already snapping at our heels.