The timing of that deluge could not have been worse. July 4th weekend. I used to drive through Kerrville once or twice a year. Always on my way to someplace else, just passing through. It always had some eye appeal, and seemed like a good place to live. I never saw much of it, though. I whizzed on by at 75 mph, coping with heavy truck traffic. I did not celebrate last night. I stopped doing that many years ago. Even when I would go to the local displays of fire works and checked out the parade, I never felt that I was celebrating anything. Like, I should celebrate the products of greed and genocide and some rather pointless wars? Imperialism? A rotten and corrupt political system? Ignorance enshrined as a great virtue? Rapacious and destructive corporatism? Slavery? An ugly and debased form of Christianity, in which money is the only true god? That's nothing to celebrate.
The human brain is so constituted that any nation people might form will turn out to be a murderous, corpse devouring monstrosity.
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