Piers,
We Americans have developed a deep affection for our cousins across the pond, even if every July you insist on reminding us that you once had administrative authority over the neighborhood.
I’ll happily concede a few things. Your accents are fantastic. You gave the world Shakespeare, Churchill, and a sense of humor so dry that half the time Americans don’t even realize we’re being insulted until three days later. That’s impressive.
You’re absolutely right. Our beer is colder. We invented refrigeration, and unlike some civilizations, we decided that was progress. If we’re going to enjoy a drink on a hot July afternoon, we’d prefer it not arrive at room temperature looking like it’s spent the last few centuries sitting beside a fireplace in a castle.
Football? We seem to define that word a little differently. Yours is a beautiful game of endurance, precision, and extraordinary athleticism. Ours is essentially applied physics with a medical staff standing by. We looked at rugby and collectively decided, “You know what this needs? Engineers.”
Now cricket… I genuinely admire cricket because no one has ever been able to explain it without using three diagrams, two cups of tea, and the phrase, “Well, it’s actually quite simple.” Every American watches it for about fifteen minutes, nods politely, and concludes that everyone involved seems to be having a marvelous time, even if we haven’t the slightest idea why.
Baseball, on the other hand, isn’t exciting because every pitch changes the world. It’s exciting because it’s woven into our culture. It’s fathers teaching sons and daughters to keep score. It’s Little League games on warm evenings. It’s veterans being recognized between innings. It’s grandparents telling stories from the stands while someone spends entirely too much money on a hot dog. The game has always been about more than the scoreboard.
As for your claim that America is only the second-best country because we’re “historically British,” I’ll happily give you partial credit. Children often inherit a great deal from their parents. They learn the language, the traditions, and sometimes even the stubbornness. Eventually, though, they move out, build something of their own, and spend the next couple of centuries arguing with their parents while secretly realizing they have far more in common than either side likes to admit.
Of course we’re historically British. We simply perfected the concept of moving out without changing our last name.
The remarkable thing is that when history has truly demanded it, we’ve stopped arguing remarkably fast. Through two world wars, the Cold War, and the fight against terrorism, our countries have stood shoulder to shoulder far more often than they’ve stood apart. That partnership has done more to shape the modern world than any debate over sports, beer, or whether a “u” belongs in the word color.
So Happy Independence Day to our favorite cousins. Thank you for the language, the common law, and a heritage worth building upon. We’ll keep the beer cold, you keep the tea hot, and if history has taught us anything, it’s that when the world goes sideways, we’ll probably end up standing in the same foxhole… arguing about whose idea it was to get there in the first place.
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Keep shaming male ambition and we’ll continue to watch our young men disengage—from education, from work, from society itself. We’ll breed resentment where there should be love and gratitude. And we’ll stall the very progress that lets us debate these issues from the comfort of heated homes and screens. https://t.co/qwKz0oPjZO
💥NEW: Chuck Todd *SEETHES* over Trump's America 250 celebrations🤬
"I am so ANGRY — and feel BETRAYED! I do. I feel betrayed as an American ... I'm so p*ssed off ... America deserved better at 250."
If the 4th of July means something negative to you, that's your issue. To me, it means community. I live in a very diverse community.
My neighbors are Black, Hispanic, Filipino, Samoan, and a few Whites. Every year on the 4th, we have a block party. Everyone breaks out their red, white, and blue, their grills, and cultural foods.
Prior to this day, I became nauseous due to all the negativity being placed on the day. From mainstream media, young indoctrinated Americans who don't realize or refuse to appreciate how blessed they are, to social media.
Heck, even on Facebook, I couldn't find a patriotic background to use for my post all week. It seemed there were a lot of people going out of their way to influence me and others to hate this day and this country. Today, I'll share food with my Hispanic neighbors.
My White neighbors put on a fireworks show for us all that will rival any theme park. (How the heck do they find this stuff? 🤣) My Black brothers and sisters and everyone else will stop by to devour my wife's ribs and wings. Most will be wearing red, white, and blue. No talk of oppression. No talk of hate. Just a lot of food and blowing things up.
Not one mention of our races or ethnicities to each other, or who is more patriotic. Our children throughout the area will be riding bikes, playing cornhole or basketball. I will sit in contentment, enjoying it all.
With so many trying to divide us, when it comes down to it, we love this country. What makes it great is not its history, for good or bad. It's the great people you share it with if you decide to be the best version of who you are on the inside, instead of focusing or, even worse, weaponizing what you are on the outside.
Hating on America is hating on my neighbors who fly their flags proudly. It's hating on people over 250 years who fought and bled for us to enjoy freedom other nations pray for. There is no convincing many these days that our nation is the greatest idea on earth.
I'm discovering these folks are addicted to anger. If they go to any other country in this world and dig into their pasts, they will find dark moments to be angry about. No country on this planet came into existence without conflict, bloodshed, tragedy, and inhumanity. Not one. But if they go to these other countries, they won't even look for those dark moments.
Their conditioning or indoctrination is laser-focused on us. Who is us? My incredible neighbors who love our country, fought for this country, migrated here and made a life for themselves from a place they couldn't, who work hard to support their families, and are grateful for who we are now. Decent people who care about our community. We are America too. Happy 250th all. God bless.
Just threw some Iberian Coppa on the smoker for the best pulled pork ever. Those Spanish pigs who eat only acorns? They give up their lives for a higher purpose.
I'm still trying to get over traveling to Europe on a bum knee, which definitely did not help it, so I'm just hanging around the house, smoking meat, watching the festivities from DC, posting pics of America online and thrashing Commies on my breaks.
Living the dream.
Happy Independence Day 250!!!🇺🇸🎆🫡
You'd think with the heat on, SPLC would take a powder.
(Noticed the America-hating Islamist poltroon also known as Mehdi has shut off comments. Like Hillary, Sadiq, others of his ilk.)