The only holiday that leaves me optimistic about the future. Christmas, meh. That just teaches kids to be good consumers. But the 4th, that's the day when a hundred million dads thumb their collective noses at the government and teach their kids how to blow stuff up illegally. When we make peace with Native Americans by handing them large quantities of cash for said illegal explosives.
At least, that's how we celebrate it here Out West.
Me, I smoke a joint, plop into a lawn chair and watch the neighbors' incendiary displays, garden hose at the ready to defend my home.