In the Wheel of the Year, May 1 is fairly important.
To some, it is Beltane, when the bonfires should be lit on hilltops to drive away the remnants of Winter, to welcome Summer and to recharge the hearth-fires.
To others, it is Walpurgis Night, a time to have one rollicking party around a bonfire -- dancing, drinking, laughing, doing the other inevitable stuff what happens when you combine drink, dancing, mixed company and a bloody huge fire.
In Finnland and Sweden, they do the same -- only more partying -- and they call their fire-festivals Vappu and Valborg.
May 1 is also a fertility festival, involving picnics, (ahem) Maypoles and the dancing around same (winkwinknudge), general dancing, placing of roses by maidens, choosing and crowning a May Queen, Morris dancing, and for the Catholics out there, the acknowledgement of Mary as the Queen of Heaven and the Mother of God -- usually involving adorning an image of Mary with flowers.
Since most of the homelands of our ancestors celebrate May 1 with fire, flowers, fire, dancing, fire, drinking, fire, badly-camouflaged fertility rites -- and fire -- of course the stodgy, Puritan United States has ...
... Loyalty Day.
Public Law 85-529, found in Title 36, Chapter 1, paragraph 115, penned by the Congress of the United States on July 18, 1958; and signed into law by President Eisenhower who then issued the first proclamation designating May 1, 1959 as the first Loyalty Day*.
Every sitting President since that day -- following the mandate of Public law 85-529 -- has, on each year, proclaimed May 1 to be Loyalty Day.
Personally, I think Loyalty Day should follow in the footsteps of our ancestors and involve fire. A Big Fire. A Big Fire in front of various State and Federal Capitals, and involving the ceremonial burning of effigies. Dancing and flowers mandatory; drinking and partying encouraged; and fertility rites optional.
To my mind I'm thinking that watching papier maiche versions of themselves burned at the stake every year would go a nice way towards reminding various political critters of where their loyalties better damn-well stay.
But that's just me.
*We read history books, Gentle Readers, we do not eat them.