
Exausted of the Game Patriots
It's July 4th. It's early in the morning, and I'm exhausted. My neighbors decided they wanted to set off fireworks for most of last night.
I know I'm not the only one affected by this. There are people with young kids, animals, and other disabled veterans who are under an incredible amount of stress right now, much like I am. My physical conditions have flared up, including seizures and stomach issues that I don't need to go into.
And it's not because of the jump scares. It's largely because of the overwhelming feeling of dread and the awareness of the continued erosion of our constitutional rights. I'm depressed because it feels like too few people are standing up against the tyranny that's on display. So many flag-flying Americans swore up and down that they would resist a tyrannical government. Now many openly support it, pouring money into a billionaire who couldn't care less whether they live or die.
The stress is made even worse knowing it's the beginning of the month, the energy bills keep climbing, and I'm losing the ability to move forward with anything—let alone accomplish the basics. I feel like my legs have been cut out from under me by this administration, just like so many other Americans who are paying attention.
My anger has long since boiled away. Everything has evaporated as I watch people claim the title of "patriot" despite never having done anything selfless for their communities, let alone their country. And you don't have to serve in the military to earn that title. You just have to be you—a citizen, or someone striving to become one—going through your daily life and choosing to be better than the example our current administration sets. That's what it takes to be a patriot. That's what it takes to be an American: helping your neighbor, no matter who they are.
As far as I'm concerned, any celebration should wait until after the midterm elections—if enough of you show up and begin to set this country back on a better course.