No congratulations for you America!

No more happy 4th America!

June 3rd, 2025—just one day before your 249th birthday—you were pierced to death by the cruel hands of those who were supposed to care for you and your freedom.

Today marks the beginning of the end: the slow undoing of years of progress across nearly every human endeavor—from civil liberties to technology. All of it will begin to fade, just as the sun dims at dusk.

Today, your allies will begin turning their backs on you. The very hands that built you will flee to new horizons in search of a brighter future. And the brightest minds will no longer shine upon your soil.

I wish you were simply numb and in shock from what’s happening, but I know better. I know you’re dying—and most of your people remain apathetic to your symptoms, simply because they haven’t felt them yet.

Oh lady, I mourn while you lie in hospice.

Oh lady, I hope this is just a bad dream.

Oh lady—wake up. I don’t want to go.