Happy Fourth!

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I love the 4th of July...

...always have.

The weather is great, there’s always at least one day off, and this year it falls on a Thursday, so the possibility is here for a 4-day weekend.

There should be great excitement as we celebrate the country and our independence.

I feel different this year.

The people stacked up in cages.

The trial of the member of the armed forces who’d been charged with the murder of a citizen of another country.

Putin and Kim Jong Un are now considered lovely, perfect guys.

And the show.

Money was diverted from the parks department so that tanks could be rolled in and planes could fly over as Trump makes a campaign speech talking about witch hunts, fake news and all the losers and haters.

I’m not watching.

The fake love of the troops and the vets.

Smacks of something that a 3rd-world country might do.

Will the soldiers all march in step and bow to the big, orange, clown?

How much of the taxpayer money will go straight to the Trump Organization?

Plenty, I’m guessing.

So, the celebration will be tempered this year.

Sadly.

Just not feeling overly proud.

The success of the stock market means little to me or most of the hardworking people I know, and the price we seem to be paying to enrich the rich guys is pretty steep.

People in cages, attacks on journalists, gay people and even the women’s soccer team.

Not exactly how the founding fathers figured it.

Maybe next year.

But try and have fun anyway...

...America isn’t any of those policies...

...it’s the people.

We the people deserve to relax, and feel pride in our country.

Have some fun!

Laugh a little!!

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