The 4th of July truly is an American holiday, not just because it commemorates this country’s [unfortunate] rebellion from a much more stable and civilized Great Britain, but because of how we go about celebrating it. Just think about the average American for a second: for 364 days of the year, all they will do is complain about this country; how they hate the government, hate the politicians, hate the direction we are heading, presumably to hell in a handbasket, and doing much ignorant condemning of all things American. They talk about how great America used to be, and how sad they are at the poor excuse this nation has become—an embarrassment, and a beacon of consumerism, ignorance, irresponsibility, and hypocriticism to the rest of the world. Then Independence Day comes around and these same people post patriotic pictures on Facebook while singing “God Bless America” and wearing red, white, and blue clothing to barbecues, where they will proceed to consume numerous pounds of unhealthy foods and copious amounts of alcohol. Then, once it gets dark, we cap off the celebration by blowing stuff up. Food, alcohol, and explosions are the Holy Trinity of our American holidays and celebrations, even Thanksgiving, when the explosiveness translates from fireworks to having to spend the entire day with your family.