Memorial Day 2020

Happy Memo Day!
Or the day when all your social media friends pretend they have a relative who fought in the military for your freedom while taking away a person who is different from you, freedom away.

I am very grateful for American might. And because we have big guns and bombs, we dictate the rules. Rah rah. But, because of the internet today, you can find ways to undermine America. Which is what many people do. Starting with how we killed Native Americans. Which is fact. The military drove them off, stole their land and then gave it back to them with casinos and booze. Many would suggest that had they been more advanced in civilization...none of this would be possible. Instead, the rugged dirtbag transplant colonist came, saw and conquered. Growing up in the 80's we celebrated that. Bragged about it. Today...not so much. Baby boomer parents made baby boomer children made...whatever they call it today (no, I do love them, parts of them...the film part).

Today we have to feel overwhelming guilt about everything. Does that feel like freedom?

Look, I love the Native American people. Shit, I look like one, except for the long silky black hair. Man, their hair is luscious and silky. But hate the guilt that is always brought up about America. If they were never pushed off the land, you wouldn't be here bitching about it while watching movies on an HD t.v. in air conditioning, idiot.

I am grateful for the calvary. But obviously, sickened by what soldiers had to do to get it.

We really create these narratives to either admonish America or praise it. Such as what I did above. I suppose we should take a stand. In which case, I am just grateful to be in America. Enjoy the lovely women, the cheap...everything and the endless variety of food. Everyone in the world wants to be here (well, except the snooty French. Though, I knew a French dude who loved America...mostly American college women). They want to be here because there is so much. Too much, if you ask me. That all you who don't want to do shit with your lives can flounder until you figure it out.
I look around my crowded apartment and get ill... I have WAY too much. And I'm desperately trying to get less. As a good friend from the past told me, it all will need to go somewhere someday. And if your space is limited, start slashing.

Wise woman.

Anyway, I hope you do get out for a little bit. It doesn't really seem like an eventful Memo Day because no barbecues or pools or...much of a hoopla. I'm not saying we need to be grim about it. But cookouts and swigging beer while watching overstuffed bikinis and banana hammocks revealing hairy ass crack at the beach is what America is all about.
Boy, do I miss it.