What started long ago as a celebration of independence from the rule of a foreign power has become something very different today. The Fourth of July was once a day when Americans celebrated their independence and their way of life. In too many cases, it’s ended up becoming a worship of state and a celebration of militarism.
As a result, I don’t enjoy as much about the Fourth of July as some people do. I look at the nationalistic elements that have crept in and become dominant for so many people — and I cringe. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to love what it originally stood for. And it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be a part of an extended family celebrating our homes and our lives.
I wrote last year about how people have come to associate words such as “conservative” and “liberal” with political positions. I’m not that kind of conservative and haven’t been for more than 20 years. But I’m a traditionalist in many ways. I’m an odd mix. I love many things about the modern world, but I feel a tug to a past that I’ve never experienced. In the truest sense of the word, I’m a conservative in those ways. There’s much about the values and lifestyle of our past that I want to conserve, and I’m extremely conservative in my own lifestyle.

Who were you before someone told you who you were supposed to be?
What did you want in childhood? Did you abandon those dreams?
Years later, Supreme Court justice apologizes to Susette Kelo … sorta

FRIDAY FUNNIES
Ellie Kemper ‘witch-hunt’ shows why it’s hard to fight real racism
Playing it safe isn’t good enough; I have to do things that might fail
Why do we paint ourselves into joyless corners with no way out?
Creators must be wary of making propaganda or work for own ego