It’s the Fourth of July here in the States.
On this day in 1776, a gang of old, white, slave-owning aristocrats decided they didn’t want to pay their taxes anymore.
Except for the slave owning part, of course.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my country. And I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to have grown up among the general American comforts of air conditioning and fresh water and antibiotics.
I just wish we all had waited until, say, 1930 to declare our independence, because then we would be cricket mad, just like all the other former British Colonies:
Instead, we get baseball, apple pie, and partisan politics.
Happy Independence Day, America.