have a happy and safe 4th of July, all you American friends of this poet's life. for those non-Americans among us, you're welcome to celebrate the independence of America, too, but i doubt you'd want to. most of us here aren't really up for celebrating it ourselves, what with all the bullshit that's been going on: a moron for a president hellbent on eradicating the constitution, a war being waged under false pretenses and for no good reason, children starving to death every day in the wealthiest country in the world, a significant portion of the population WITHOUT access to basic health care. what is there to celebrate?
all we care about is watching fireworks bloom in the night sky. fireworks never let us down.
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I'm not into the whole fourth thing...for many reasons. I hate fireworks. I know, I'm like the only person who hates them. Actually, I don't mind them when "trained" professionals are putting on a show but my drunk neighbor Mike setting them off so they land on my roof? This I hate. Last year, my entire pool had ashes in it! There is a ban on exploding fireworks this year because of the drought. We'll see. We'll see. Emma is at a picnic today with her boyfriend (!) and I have instructed her that when the drunks start setting off fireworks, she's to find a safe place inside the house. :) Aren't you glad I'm not your mom!
There are other reasons I'm not thrilled with the fourth. Long story. Something too personal to put here but anyway, let's just say, I can't wait for tomorrow.
:)
I'm not really in a bad mood. Really, I'm not!
i'm not a fan of fireworks either. i don't get the whole OOOH AAAH thing about them. i mean, christ, once you've seen one display you've seen them all, right?
i just don't understand the pleasure an adult gains from watching a fireworks display.
as for individuals setting them off, i'm with you. lowlifes. drunk lowlifes at that.
we're lucky as we just had a terrible thunderstorm roll through and i doubt there will be any tonight. i'm happy about that.
Good to know I'm not alone in this feeling.
It did look like rain but it doesn't anymore. This year, Mike is away but his daughter and 8 boys just went into their house. Oy Vey!
:)
9 kids?!
jesus....what is wrong with people?
THIS is precisely why we're not having any. it's hard enough to raise just one child properly (with empathy and concern and manners) nevermind 9 of them.
christ!
Oh, my! See, today I am a sucky writer. They have four kids but eight boys/friends are hanging out there. The oldest is the only one home. The rest of the family is away. She just graduated from high school. I'd rather it if they did have nine kids!
okay. gotcha.
you can probably guess that after the storm passed all the half-wit apartment trash scurried out of their ratholes and into the parking lot vying to be the biggest asshole (i.e. the one who set of the loudest firework the latest into the night). it was a hotly-contested scuffle but one expendable, fill-in-the-blank, generic apartment-trash dickhead emerged victorious by detonating an M80 at one in the morning.
he's very proud. it was the highlight of his rather banal and forgetful life.
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