Independence Day—2019

Hatred for the true patriots.

I’m not feeling so patriotic today. Instead I feel disconnected and ashamed of being part of what the country I fought for has become under the misadventures of a pompous, narcissistic, spoiled child-man, yet extremely dangerous president, who has stoked the embers of the worst of humanity into flames of divisiveness, viciousness, greed, anger and discontent. There will be parades (with tanks and flying planes of war—paid for by robbing Peter to pay Paul), all to honor the biggest “bone-spurred coward of them all”; songs of glory will be sung by cowards and eulogies of victory preached by those who desecrate the values they pretend to represent, for the real patriots who did fight and did die to preserve a liberty, that no longer exists, yet the spilled blood of their war-slaves enabled their scholeksterism.

They will preach but never empathize because while the true patriot spilled their blood, they sat on the side-lines and spit upon the ones who made it possible for them to wax on with phony promises that Jesus wants his flock to be wealthy. But it is they who do so by selling snake-oil to their followers who drink it eagerly. 

I’m sure there will be much celebration, cookouts, and laughter, but I will not join in. I will be alone in spirit, although together with friends. I will remember Patrick Gavid Mitchell today. He was my best friend, fellow Marine warrior and best man in my first failed marriage. He, like so many others, died from the scars of fighting an ignoble war. Yet I still live, only to witness the slow dying of a country I once loved. To me what remains is a mere shell housing too few genuine Patriots and too many pretenders.