No time for any lengthy write-ups today, as it is very late where I am, but I do want to take a moment to wish my ‘Murkin readers a very happy July 4th. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know how I feel about America, and honestly there isn’t much else that I can write to express my views on how the greatest country in the world has shifted away from its awe-inspiring foundations, so I’ll simply point you to what I wrote about 4 years ago on the same day, about the search for the Spirit of America:

So let me tell you, as a man who loves freedom and as such loves both the American nation and its people, what I have learned of the American people.

As I have said repeatedly, the real America is not to be found in the big cities like New York – the degenerate cesspits of filth, corruption, and toxic cultural sewer-swamps that make a mockery of the agrarian, decentralised ideals of the Founders. It is not to be found in fashionably liberal/progressive towns like Nyack or Mill Neck- which, if they were wiped off the face of the Earth by some unfortunate cosmic accident, would be small loss indeed.

It is to be found in the heartlands of this land of wonders and riches. It is to be found in the towns nestled in the Catskills and the Adirondacks of upstate New York. It is to be found within the aromas of milk and cow shit (yeah, I know) in the farms of Vermont. It is to be found in the granite and the valleys of New Hampshire.

It is to be found in the silent hallowed ground of the Alamo in San Antonio; the shipyards of Norfolk; the vineyards of California; the endless rolling plains of Montana and Wyoming; the mountains of Colorado; the brutal heat of the desert in Arizona and Texas and Nevada.

It is to be found on the Freedom Trail, starting at the Boston Common and ending at the site of Old Ironsides, the USS Constitution. I visited the Bunker’s Hill Monument with my family recently and it did not disappoint; it is there that you understand, truly, just how desperate that fight for independence was and how closely it walked the knife-edge of failure before God’s will for America prevailed.

It is to be found within the hearts and hands of a profoundly good and decent people- a people that I have had the singular honour and privilege of living among for nearly ten years now.

It has been more than two years now since I left the USA. With every day that passes, I lose a bit more of whatever hope I have left of ever coming back. Yet I remain deeply grateful to the American people and the American nation for letting me live as an honoured guest in peace and prosperity by the merits of my own labours.

America is the best of countries. I truly believe that, even as I hate what it is turning into under the daemon-possessed influences of the Daemoncrats and the hard Left. I believe that His Most Illustrious, Noble, August, Benevolent, and Legendary Celestial Majesty, the God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus Astra, the First of His Name, the Lion of Midnight, may the Lord bless him and preserve him, is doing a phenomenal job of fighting for his country – your country – but I also think that in the end, it will be a futile fight.

America’s doom is foreordained. I believe that the American nation will rise again from the ashes of the American empire, and it will be a great and free nation filled with good and decent people once more. I hope that I will be privileged to play some small part in contributing to that nation’s success, but that isn’t up to me.

But that is for the future, and who knows what it might hold. For now, celebrate, my friends, for you are numbered among a great and free people.