People across the pond often explain Britain's "Bonfire Night"/"Guy Fawkes Night" as the UK's version of their July 4th celebration.
Penchant for detonating sparking, explody things aside, they're not at all similar.
One is about a nation celebrating its independence (or the defeat of alien invaders, depending how strong your grip is on reality) the other is basically a nation trolling terrorists, rubbing their faces in failure.
That the thwarting of the November 5th gunpowder plot is remembered is arguably one of the two reasons why the Brits are universally unafraid of terrorism (the second being that Fair Blighty has faced down the largest war machines the world has ever seen. A random yahoo that wants to blow himself up is an irritant by comparison). You leave the nations of the UK alone and they fight among themselves in a 600mile long drunken brawl. However, if an outside force so much as prods them with a stick in a manner that they find remotely unpleasant, they unify into 93,000 square miles of angry.
First, they find you, then they deal with you, then
go to work and trivialise you and your cause so that both will be a joke for the rest of recorded history.
Guy Fawkes died 400 years ago, and the Brits still annually set fire to effigies of him!