This year there shall be fireworks instead of fireflies.
Ah, the fohth of Joooly. Such a fine holiday indeed. Nicely nestled right smack-dab in the middle of Patriot Season, with the prime-time events of Memorial and Labor Days to bookmark the secular summer sale-a-thon-for-this-great-nation. Even better right after Jesse Helms dies! Ha. Oops. Why is it that summertime is the right time to celebrate our America-ness?
Not that we as 'mericans don't enjoy us a goodly display of robust patriotism and fuck-yeah any time of year.
It occurs to me today that there are nine holidays associated with or commemorating war in this country; ten if you count Thanksgiving, which, when you think about it, is really kind of Trojan Horse Day to begin with. That's nearly as many holidays wrapped up in the cuddly wuddly goodness of government-sanctioned religion, boys and girls, which I find veedddy interesting. Today is far from an exception, of course, being that it marks our first officially declared war. Call it what you will, but those celebrated words were meant brawlin'.
At least it was, eventually, fought right here, on American soil, with nothing but our own people and shakily claimed terra firma to defend and/or destroy. The very same dear forefathers of ours who penned that Declaration also gave us quite cautionary les-mots-justes on the matter, my favorite of which being that "a standing army is like a standing penis: an excellent assurance of domestic tranquility, but a dangerous temptation to foreign adventure." All I can add to that is: Word.
Anyway, I'm rambling now. Yeehaw! Time for me to drink some beer and eat some meat that's been cooked outside and make loud noises and watch shit blow up and make bright lights! Hell to the yes.
Happy (and safe, and awesome, and three-day-weekend-tastic, and explodey) Independence Day, internet.
Not that we as 'mericans don't enjoy us a goodly display of robust patriotism and fuck-yeah any time of year.
It occurs to me today that there are nine holidays associated with or commemorating war in this country; ten if you count Thanksgiving, which, when you think about it, is really kind of Trojan Horse Day to begin with. That's nearly as many holidays wrapped up in the cuddly wuddly goodness of government-sanctioned religion, boys and girls, which I find veedddy interesting. Today is far from an exception, of course, being that it marks our first officially declared war. Call it what you will, but those celebrated words were meant brawlin'.
At least it was, eventually, fought right here, on American soil, with nothing but our own people and shakily claimed terra firma to defend and/or destroy. The very same dear forefathers of ours who penned that Declaration also gave us quite cautionary les-mots-justes on the matter, my favorite of which being that "a standing army is like a standing penis: an excellent assurance of domestic tranquility, but a dangerous temptation to foreign adventure." All I can add to that is: Word.
Anyway, I'm rambling now. Yeehaw! Time for me to drink some beer and eat some meat that's been cooked outside and make loud noises and watch shit blow up and make bright lights! Hell to the yes.
Happy (and safe, and awesome, and three-day-weekend-tastic, and explodey) Independence Day, internet.