Sure, it helps to be an American today (especially if you're looking for a paid day off from work), but everyone else around the world can jump along with Jimmy, too. I mean, it's not like the day can't be for everyone, regardless of race, colour, or creed (unless you actually like Creed, in which case you can fuck off into a damn Bush for all I care). But all Independent hooded sweatshirts aside, anyone can go grab a grill, fire it up, throw on some burgers, chickens, dogs, nutria, or what meat, game, or gamy meat have you, and chow down while waiting for dusk to blow shit up in a sparkly rain of Chinese hellfire—depending upon your local laws and/or restrictions with regard to Class C & B explosive devices ... which, in essence, kind of defeats the whole big freedom idea, right? Best not to think about that, this, or anything else above for that matter. Instead, let's hum a little Francis Scott Key and look forward to an afternoon of backyard delight as Steve-O sends an ass rocket in flight. 私は小さいウインナーを持っている!
(Photo by Sean Cliver; Tokyo, Japan 2002)