Happy Dependence Day everybody.
It was a pretty good run, I guess — more than 200 years, although the erosion of the spirit that made America the greatest, richest beacon of freedom the world has ever seen was well under way by the time of the bicentennial.
But Independence Day this July will be a joke — a sad joke — because the descent into dependency isn't even gradual anymore. It is headlong. We're embracing it — not all of us, but enough so that our elected representatives feel perfectly safe in marching us toward unlimited government.
We don't want to take care of ourselves anymore. We want government to do it, and we're willing to give anything away, including the futures of our children and grandchildren, for that to happen.
And we're nodding, smiling hypnotically, cheering and popping the corks when President Obama tells us that this is what makes our country great. We're sneering at people who value independence, telling them they're greedy and aren't willing to be part of a community.
What is most depressing is that it is my generation, the most self-indulgent, self-important generation in American history, if not all of history, that has made it happen.