This year I spent July 4th going to see a baseball game with my family. It was pretty fun. The fact that this baseball game was held on Independence Day meant that there would be a whole lot of nationalism and whole lot of fireworks afterwards.
The game was between the American collegiate team and the Cuban collegiate team. On July 4th. So yeah, Cuba was pretty much destined to get their asses handed to them. I mean, come on, it's America's birthday, there is a baseball game with a team that literally has "USA" printed across their jerseys, hot dogs, barbecue, red white and blue everything, hot American girls in sexy patriotic outfits, a city wide manhunt --
That's right, a city-wide manhunt was underway for a man who allegedly attempted to kidnap a couple joggers. Very un-American if I do say so myself.
Oh yeah, and I didn't drive so I got drunk off some American beer. Oh, and I said, "'Murica!" a lot. You gotta do that on the fourth of July.
Listen, I hate to get political on you, I know my function is to entertain, not philosophize, but I feel the need to be clear and upfront with my perspective for the simple sake of context -- I'm not a huge fan of any one country's government and, in the end, I don't think humans have done a laughable job at conquering and ruling one another. That being said, growing up in America has been an awesome experience, and it continues to be so. It's not perfect, but things are a lot better here than they are in other countries, and I am grateful to have been as fortunate as I am.
Thank you to all the amazing people who make this country a safe, loving, and vibrant culture to exist in. I am free to believe as I wish, without the fear of being harmed for not believing what someone wants me to.
Thanks for stopping by! Until next time, dominate life!