Ah, the 4th of July—a day draped in my favorite colors of freedom, where fireworks paint the sky and the spirit of rebellion fills and crackles the air. I’ve typed tributes to thisAmerican celebration before. At first I wasn’t going to write another one. But then I decided against, deciding against it. I think it’s important to talk about. This year, I’m lighting up for liberty: the right to light up itself.
Smoking weed on the 4th of July isn’t just about indulgence; it’s a declaration of personal freedom in its purest form. It’s a nod to our forefathers who penned out their dreams on hemp paper, a salute to the counterculture heroes who challenged the norms, and a celebration of the individual pursuit of happiness—whatever that may be.
Imagine the Founding Fathers passing around a joint (Washington and Jefferson were tokers, just to name a few) after signing the Declaration of Independence—boldly asserting their right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of a damn good time. They understood that true freedom encompasses not just political independence, but the ability to make choices that define our own pursuit of happiness.
Today, as fireworks light up the night sky and barbecues fill the air with chard meats, I reflect on what it means to be American. It’s about embracing diversity, challenging anything, and yes, sometimes, sparking up and letting go of the day’s stresses in a cloud of smoke.
So, this 4th of July, as I partake in the time-honored tradition of firing up a joint, I do so not just as an act of rebellion or relaxation, but as a salute to the enduring spirit of independence that beats in the heart of every American. Here’s to life, liberty, and the pursuit of a well-rolled joint under the star-spangled sky.
Have a happy and safe 4th of July.
Keep it weird,
