My Country TIs Tis The Season


Tisn’t funny tis it? 

We don’t talk that way anymore.   Now we just say “it is” or “It’s.”

The word “tis” has become a standard word in the auto repair jargon.  No, the repair man doesn’t call you and say, “OK, your car tis ready.”  A TIS is short for technical information system manual.  So your repair man might need to order a “TIS” if you have a 1970 Opel needing some work.

But, “tis” is important when we say the whole sentence commemortating this holiday. “My Country Tis Of Thee, Sweet Land Of Liberty”.

Well, tis the FOURTH of JULY!  Some of you are barbecuing, swimming, boating, hiking, movie going, doing family stuff and waiting till the sun goes down to shoot off firecrackers.  Most people have a regimented yearly routine that they have to do or it feels like they aren’t honoring this wonderful day in history when we declared our independence from the King. 

I love my country’s ideals, if not all its realities.  I feel lucky that I was born here and so should you.  I could have been born in a cave in Wicki-Wicki-Stan-Stan( right beside Herman Cain) and today I would be bowing to the east and praising Allah.  We here in the USA are all lucky and shouldn’t allow feelings of superiority and jingoistic nationalism to swell our heads too big.  We have a lot of work to do here and abroad to spread love and peace around the world.

I know today the bands will be playing our famous marches and overtures that instill a type of military pride.  That’s what marches do.  That’s fine, but I still prefer to listen today to music that doesn’t go BOOM.  I’m still looking forward to replacing the love of power with the power of love.

Call me soft, call me naive, it doesn’t matter.  Smarter, braver men than I have wished all their lives for the same thing.  One of our greatest, bravest generals left us with many quotes to think about.  But, one of his finest quotes was made after we made him our 34th President.  May your Fourth be a Happy and peaceful one.

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.”  Dwight D. Eisenhower

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