As I sit on the edge of this glorious canyon with coffee in hand, I can’t help but think back to the early days of our wonderful country. America. The land of the free. The home of the brave. I can only hope that the ghosts of our forefathers are in a public library somewhere today, searching through Facebook, only to stumble upon this snapshot of such a familiar scene: An American flag, a field where perhaps a war was once fought, and a sturdy, reliable cannon … being air-fucked by a drunk sorority girl.