I hate Holidays.

The Fourth of July is such bullshit. We celebrate the birth of a nation but the death of a peaceful society. As you read this and sit in your home, on your porch, inside a cafe with WiFi or what have you, look around. This all used to be forrest. Nothing but grass and dirty and bugs and animals and trees. Everyonce inawhile you'd walk into a plain where there would be a few huts around in a 'village' type of thing. You lived in one with nothing in there but a bed made of something you found outside. Blankets you had sewn. And maybe a place to build a fire, depending on what circa you are thinking of. If you wanted to go to your friends house you may have to walk through the forrest for 2 hours and you might get eaten by a bear on the way there, it might rain, you'd have no umbrella or weather app on your phone to see what it was going to do before leaving either. You'd walk and walk the sun beating down on your face and you'd get there, hopefully in one piece, and talk or whatnot. You'd have to walk home in the dark probably being attacked by that bear you thought you heard in the bushes and that was it. People continuously make the world more comfortable for them without the cares of others. From pillaging a group of people with simple beliefs to shitting on a coworker to get promoted at your job. I wouldn't go back and change a thing and change my comfortable living, typical American I am, but history repeats itself. Who's to say someday someone else more advanced than us won't come to America and take over? Oh and they're no such things as 'Native Americans', that was a name we invited for them in ignorance.. For a more horrid version of this blog listen to 'Run to the Hills' by Iron Maiden. My venting is done.