As we fire up the BBQ for what Fenzel, in his brilliant analysis of Independence Day, calls “this holiest of America’s fireworks-oriented days off from work,” we’re going to take a few days off from overthinking and instead focus on overeating. And glorifying war.
So as we continue to mourn the loss of Michael Jackson (and the ladies begin to mourn the loss of Kevin Jonas to matrimony, amirite?) let us remember the true meaning of the holiday: Our true enemy is the British.
Oh, hey, anyone see Public Enemies?