And so spins the calendar on
That's another Pride month past. And with my unemployment continuing to hang on tenaciously, I managed to attend 4 separate parades around my area, including the biggun in downtown Chicago.
Fortunately, this year, I managed to avoid hearing anybody grumbling about a disproportionate "Memorial Day" to "Pride Month".
(Look, I've done the math on it. Yes, there are more days in the year celebrating the LGBT+ than the military, at least as of a few years ago. But that 30-to-1 ratio is a lie. It's more like 270-to-240 or something like that. Hell, May is fecking Military Appreciation Month, and it's got more days than June does! Nah, the grumblers don't really care about the military, they just hate us queers and the proximate holiday makes for an easy talking point.)
But I didn't see any of those arguments this year.
Today is US Independence Day (if you hadn't noticed), and personally, I'm in the mood for some tea. Did you know that if you hang a US flag upside down in front of your house, the police are supposed to stop and investigate the distress?
No thanks. I'd rather my quiet protest of not flying anything at all (or my always raised Pride flag).
The only reason I'd ever fly an American flag is if I felt unsafe for not doing so, which is the reason I don't have any Pride or political stickers on my car. When I go camping, more often than not those campgrounds are in rural, highly conservative areas, and I'm trying to relax, not pick a fight with every small town hick who sees my car.
What was it Camus said? I think it was Camus...
I love my country too much to be a nationalist.
And I don't love my country that much. The bar is literally on the ground and folks keep digging holes under it.
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