I deleted this entire post and started over yesterday.
Simply put, I don’t feel particularly patriotic these days. I don’t feel like going to Walmart to buy a bunch of disposable, Made in China shit with American flags printed all over it, drinking a bunch of shit beer, and congratulating myself for being born in the United States of America.
Sorry, not sorry.
242 years ago, regular Joes like us decided they’d had enough.
They’d had enough of elitist pricks in gilded towers far, far away dictating what was good for them and how they should live their lives.
They didn’t agree on everything, but they agreed on one thing—that everyone is born equal, that we’re all entitled to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness—and that when, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to stand up for something important—you take action.
John Hancock’s aside, I doubt they meant signing another damn petition.
Or sharing more fake news. Or donating $5 to the latest in a series of fear-mongering campaign emails spelling out how the other side is out to get you. Or arguing with strangers on any of the above.
No, they met their friends, neighbors, and countrymen—in person—at the local pub and hatched revolutionary plans. They closed up shop and hid in the bushes, waiting for the bigger, better organized, better trained army to walk right into their traps.
They earned their independence. They didn’t bitch and moan and call each other names over partisan wedge issues. They rolled up their sleeves and did the work. Together.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July.
American Independence Day. It’s a date known ‘round the world because of what it represents—not a celebration of armed rebellion, but rather a celebration of what we—the working class stiffs of the world—can accomplish when we work together.
We may not see eye to eye when it comes to politics. We may never find common ground on immigration, climate change, or abortion—but damnit, we sure as hell can agree on SOME things.
Cars are cool. Being a gearhead matters.
Knowing how to turn your own wrenches is incredibly powerful. It’s the freedom of the automobile evolved to the highest level. It’s a spiritual connection to gearheads around the world.
Nobody’s going to give you the education you need to overthrow or beat them. You have to go out and find that knowledge. You have to figure out what matters to you, then go out and work with your friends, countrymen and neighbors to get what you need—just like you did when it came to cars.
Tomorrow, when everyone’s flag-waving and playing patriot, remember the real patriots. Remember the regular folks who put their petty differences aside, stood FOR something WITH each other, and changed the world 242 years ago.