Dear Sane Americans,
As we get closer to the 250th birthday of the greatest experiment in human liberty the world has ever seen, I’ve noticed something truly hilarious online. A certain subset of our fellow citizens, bless their fragile little hearts...has announced, with all the solemnity of a Victorian widow, that they will be boycotting America’s birthday party. Why? Because Donald Trump exists and breathes air. Apparently the country that survived actual wars, depressions, pandemics, and every flavor of political idiot for two and a half centuries suddenly becomes irredeemable the moment their preferred candidate loses. How noble. How principled. How utterly predictable.
These are the same people who spent four years telling us that “democracy dies in darkness” while simultaneously claiming half the country was a basket of deplorables. Now they’re ready to spit on the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and every firework, hot dog, and bald eagle because....gasp, the wrong guy might be in the White House again. The Republic that outlasted King George, Hitler, and the Soviet Union can’t possibly survive another Trump term, so better to sit in the corner pouting than join the rest of us in remembering we’re still the last, best hope on Earth.
Well, here’s the good news, you delicate patriots-in-name-only: We don’t care if you celebrate or not. Really. Take your ball and go home. Spend the day doom-scrolling, stress-eating kale, and writing angry threads about how the country is “literally over.” We’ll be too busy grilling, laughing, and reminding ourselves that America was built by people with actual spines, not by fragile narcissists who treat politics like a high-school breakup. We wouldn’t expect less from you dolts.
The rest of us, sane Americans of every party, background, and region, will be celebrating anyway. Because this isn’t about one election or one man. It’s about 250 years of imperfect, rowdy, magnificent self-government. It’s about the radical idea that free people can govern themselves without asking permission from coastal elites, Twitter blue-checks, or anyone else who thinks they’re smarter than the Constitution. So go ahead. Sit this one out. History will barely notice your absence, and the fireworks will be just as loud!! Happy 250th, America! See you at the party! A Sane American who’s not letting children ruin the cookout.
I still want retribution from the Jays for Carter’s series ending home run on a 2-2 fastball in the 9th inning of the 93 World Series. Not that I’m bitter. #Phillies