I made fun of America yesterday.

I always do it on SuperbOwl and Independence Day.

On Independence Day, it's because of how little there is to celebrate for modern Americans. Having a BBQ and getting shitfaced in a captured state economy is to my mind a huge self-own.

On SuprbOwl day, it's a little different. It's escapism, distraction, and a one for one comparison with the bread and circuses era of the collapsing roman empire. Screaming at a pointless event with silver washed antoninianus in your pocket is a fundamentally sad thing to observe.

They are the two anti-holidays of the year.

I love what America was. I don't love what it has become, what it has given away, and to celebrate it is in a way more sad than if it just faded away like the values it represented. It's like a heavyweight boxer who lost his way and now does car commercials for money, still wearing his gloves, saying to come down to Bob's Car Lot for "knockout prices". Sad, cringe, & depressing.

I reserve my disgust and honestly, hatred, for the more banal, baseless evil in places like modern europe, but they don't even pretend to care about freedom.