Let’s just get this out of the way: The Founding Fathers were high as hell on liberty, taxed tea, and possibly hemp smoke when they told King George to shove it. That spirit of rebellion? That sweaty, sunburnt, backyard BBQ chaos? That’s what the Fourth of July is. And if you’re not enhancing the madness with a little THC, what exactly are you even celebrating?
I mean, let’s be real. America is weird, wild, and often a flaming dumpster rolling down a hill. But we love her. We grill meat in her honor. We risk blowing our hands off with bootleg fireworks to salute her. And in a country where we still argue over hot dog condiments, there’s one thing we should all agree on: cannabis makes everything better.
Smoke For Freedom
This country was built on disobedience. George Washington literally grew hemp. The Boston Tea Party? That was a group of stoners who just wanted to chill with their herbal infusion and didn’t want to pay some crusty monarch for it. Smoking weed on the 4th is a tribute to that sacred resistance. Every puff is a middle finger to Puritanical control, to arbitrary laws, to the DEA kicking down doors over a plant.
High As A Bald Eagle
You ever look up during a fireworks show while high? You become the firework. Your soul does backflips. Your brain becomes a neon symphony of “ooh” and “aah.” And that watermelon popsicle in your hand? It turns into an edible. Everything is funnier. Everything is brighter. You might cry during the national anthem—and that’s okay. It’s your America. Fly that freak flag.
Weed Is The Real Melting Pot
When you’re high, you don’t care about red states or blue states. You care about who brought the best snacks. Cannabis connects the weird uncle with the Gen Z parents, the barker with the writer, the Mormon with the heathen. Pass the joint. Pass the peace pipe. Pass the lighter, you pyro.
So Yes, Smoke Weed On The 4th. But Remember This—
You don’t have to smoke weed to enjoy the day. You could just eat twelve deviled eggs and play cornhole until your back gives out. But if you do choose to light one up, do it with intention. Do it in celebration of independence—not just of a country, but of the right to enjoy your own damn consciousness however you please.
And what really matters? The real core of this glorious, messy, star-spangled holiday?
Having a burger.
Maybe blowing something up (safely).
And most importantly—spending quality time with the ones you love and cherish.
Happy Fourth, you beautiful freedom freaks.
Keep It Weird,
~-JohnsJoints
