It’s a strange independence day. What to feel? Pride? Shame? Guilt? Remorse? Grief? All of the above? An independence day for a country that seems to be backsliding, at light speed, into a bizarre, toxic cocktail of fascist authoritarian kleptocratic theocracy — a strange admixture of all the forms of social collapse that we know of. The world’s richest country, now full of poor and broke ones, the world’s most powerful country, now full of powerless and desperate ones. It’s a surreal, bleak, grim independence day — tanks rolling down the streets in a juvenile show of Freudian penis-envy power by a comedy dictator too unintelligent to grasp even that.