Yeah—this isn’t the country I grew up in and learned to love.
This is a socialist, intentionally sinful nation now that is under judgement from God.
I won’t celebrate that.
I’m not celebrating the 4th, either, although for different reasons than the moonbat who wrote that piece. After what happened on 6/26 (SCOTUS forcing sodomite “marriage” on the Fruited Plain), I consider my American citizenship little more than a box I check off on a form. To paraphrase Ronald Reagan, I didn’t leave my country, my country left me. If things ever improve (unlikely), maybe I’ll get my patriotic mojo back. But for now, fuhgeddaboutit.
Instead, my wife and I will be hanging out on our back deck grilling foods for friends and neighbors. Just another summer weekend around here.
I don't hate my country. But it's no longer the country I used to know. I served in the Marines and I still hold out hope that we will eventually find our way again. But things may still get worse before they get better.