It is not unusual for a child to cry on its birthday.
Somehow, for any number of reasons, the ego-centric child is stressed. The tension breaks. The child cries . . . in frustration . . . in despair . . . in anger . . . in unfulfilled expectations.
And in the grand epics of civilized peoples . . . America, the "We the People" America . . . we are still but a child.
We cry this day, on our birthday.
Our gift is broken.
Our expectations are shattered.
It would seem to a casual observer, that we now need to call this day the "Memorial of Independence Day" holiday.
There have been birthdays in the past, were the crying was uncontrollable sobbing. The fractious war between the states . . . the darkest moments of the repression of the unwanted . . .
And we cry again. And we wonder why. On our birthday. We can’t help but cry. Again.
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