Why I'm Celebrating Dependence Day This Year

I’m nostalgic for kindness, decency, and empathy. I’m a child of the 70s, and Fred Rogers and Kermit the Frog set the tone of my childhood. I remember when Mr. Hooper died, and the cast of Sesame Street turned it into a lesson about death and grieving. I remember when Mr. Rogers shared his pool with the Black police officer, Officer Clemmons.

Now these two examples of just being a decent fucking human being would be considered “woke” by many.

I have hit a wall in the Era of (Orange) Outrage, and I’m just so tired of the sliver of society who seems to thrive on a constant stream of ragebait and the media outlets who feed it to them.

How are they not exhausted?

A quick glance at the TPUSA electeds and wannabes out there, and their entire platforms consist of anger, distrust, and a deep need to control and be controlled. They seem to only experience joy when they talk about their god, country, or the suffering of others (often in the name of god/country).

Right now, they’re all giddy about ‘Murica’s 250th, and their social media feeds are emblazoned with red, WHITE, and blue.

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