Wednesday, July 5, 2006

The worst holiday ever.

I love holidays and the traditions that accompany them. Valentines Day and the hearts, Easter and its baskets, Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas and all the rest are days I look forward to every year. I love holidays - but I hate the 4th of July.

I am not unpatriotic - far from it. When I see fireworks in the sky, I actually think of the Star-Spangled Banner, what with the rockets red glare, and the bombs bursting in air, and how they gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. I think of these things. But do you think the asshole hillbillies that live near me and shoot off home-made bombs for days before and after our nation's Independence Day give a shit about the American Revolution and the poetic musings it inspired? Do they wonder about the lives of our founding fathers as they set a huge brush pile on fire and try unsucessfully to put it out with a fire extingusiher, before giving up and leaving an ever-growing blaze behind them while I call the fire department from my deck? Do they contimplate the history of our nation - the struggles, challenges and lessons learned - while they drink their beer, light their firecrackers, and keep me and my pets awake until 3 in the morning for 3 nights in a row? I am going to guess not.

God, I want to move. Does anyone know if there are these problems in Brookside or Fairway?

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