A Little Something About The 4th of July

Time to do a little bit of writing. So, I hope anyone reading this, excluding my enemies, had a great Independence Day. I want to talk about that for a minute. Now, I'm not Mr. All American Patriot Guy over here. In fact, I'm probably a 'bad ehmericin' by most lefty and righty standards. But left or right, it doesn't matter. So, when you people are out there in your fucking driveways blowing up all kinds of shit, having a good ol' time, what are you thinking about? Are you simply enjoying? Are you simply savoring the occasion? The occasion of controlling chaos. A firework is quite a chaotic thing. Even the simple smoke bomb. In a sense, you're in control of something dangerous. Something to be afraid of. But you are not, because you control it. We're all afraid, so in essence, lighting off fireworks is quite therapeutic. Although, some people like to light off fireworks simply because they like to fucking make shit go boom. Crazy pyro motherfuckers.

Well anyways; my original thought. When you're out there lighting off fireworks. Remember why we're all doing it. Remember why when dusk hits, we're lighting up the sky. We do it in celebration of our freedom and independence as a nation. I don't think people realize how lucky we are. I mean, in 1776 (If I remember correctly) we were not free. We were Cuba. We got fucked with constantly by England. They owned us. But in a sense, in 1776, we moved out. Our nation, the best in the world, moved out of its parent's house in 1776 and every year on that day we shoot off fireworks as a tradition to celebrate that day. To celebrate out freedom. Think about that at least once next year when you're shooting off bottle rockets into your neighbor's yard. Remember that it's a celebration of our independence, our right to live freely without government crossing the 'fucked up' line. Keep it mind next year.