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Caitlyn Jenner Celebrates Independence In July 4th Tweet

Caitlyn Jenner Celebrates Independence In July 4th Tweet

Caitlyn Jenner took to Twitter to celebrate her first Independence Day as a woman!

“Happy 4th of July! Proud to be an American … where at least I am free to be me,” the 65-year-old former Olympian tweeted with a pic of an American flag.

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July is going to be a huge month for Cailtyn, since she’ll be honored with the Arthur Ashe Courage Award at the 2015 ESPYs and her docuseires I Am Cait will premiere on E!.

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    Post-modernity and the culmination of American individualism finally caught up with itself. And the poor thing has no rubric for self-critique. Nor can it laugh at itself, for then the jig is up. To mock the mirror or to admit to being at wit’s end might very well usher in the requisite next era. And who knows but that the new day might lack the perpetual pep rally that urges every man, woman, and transsexual to be a law unto themselves.

    Being a good American has always been a challenge for me, and I pretty much gave up trying since middle school, after Mrs. Henry made me draw up all those poster-boards of patriotic icons like Patrick Henry and Paul Revere and Lord knows who else for her history museum. Just because I could draw doesn’t mean that I should be enslaved rightfully for the cause of American freedom. I was Americaed out. Look Ma, I made up a new word. I can do that in America ‘cause I’m free. Americaed out, and long ago outed as a bad American.

    Like Tea Partiers and other true traitors I’m a man without a country and whose culture has passed him by. But if I play the turncoat where will I live? And worse yet what will happen to my 401k? I think I’m just gonna start carrying weird sandwich board messages hung over my person as I walk the lonely streets of big city Appalachia. Permanence is disallowed and would not get me far, so I’ll have to write my prophetic utterances in chalk. And in today’s climate I suppose I’ll have to buy a multi-colored pack. Damn, those cost extra. If it rains how will I save others? And how will I remember what I just wrote so as to save myself? What shall my first placard say? How about something current and catchy like: “Happy 4th of July! Proud to be an American … where at least I know I’m free—to be in bondage.”

    For the sake of others, mostly because I am a quixotic saint and a determined masochist—certainly not very much for my own comfort, I have been willing to engage in mainstream culture and in socio-political arenas, and have tried to fulfill my end of the social contract. I’ve done so, not because it brought me any particular pleasure, but, I suppose, because I am a human. And that’s what humans generally do. But with each passing year, says Methuselah, the human landscape is becoming more and more unrecognizable. And now that the social, cultural, and political goal posts are constantly changing at break-neck speeds, it is becoming harder and harder to stomach the task. And to add to the unenviable chore of being a mere participant, there is more to be attempted. Talk. But communicating in any kind of recognizably human language shared by more than just a handful of club members who know the secret handshake, well now, that has become a near impossible challenge.

    Years ago, upon resettling into this strange and wearying land, a bewildered Iranian refugee friend used to ask me, “What to do? What to do?” I could hardly answer the question then. And today I am the refugee. What to do? What to do indeed.