We don’t celebrate America because it’s perfect. We celebrate it because it’s dangerous—dangerous enough to change the world, and reckless enough to almost destroy itself doing it.
Every Fourth of July, we light explosives in the sky and pretend they mean something simple.
Freedom. Unity. Pride.
But if you strip away the cheap beer, the flags on porches, and the curated nostalgia, what you’re left with is something far more unsettling:






