Not feeling so patriotic this weekend despite all the fireworks hullabaloo. Last night was more scary than not, really. Just sounded like maybe a busier than normal night in the 'hood around here.
Gunshots and firecrackers sound remarkably similar, FYI.
So I spent a lot of my time ducking, better safe than sorry. I do hope that whatever advantageous mayhem the holiday may have elicited is over and done with. Not to mention that it was plain annoying.
And those "big event fireworks displays" trumpeted about town all week here ... yeah, I caught a few of those live coverages on the local news. Lame, lame, and lamer still. At least I gave it a shot.
Seems to me there really wasn't so much to celebrate this Fourth of July, all things considered, what with this intended to be our annual orgiastic blowout in honor of the greatness of all things America!
What a farce these last few years, each one more so than the last.
Rather than those danged noisy fireworks, yesterday should have been designated, as perfectly said in this article by Chris Satullo, "a day of quiet and atonement. For we have sinned."
Kudos, too, for pointing out how the atrocities of this Bush administration mirror the sort of abuses that "once were committed by the arrogant crowns of Europe, spawning rebellion."
Yep, that would be the reason why we all ended up over here on this side of the pond in the first place, if memory serves.
So where are today's rebels, and why is there no rising up against the arrogance of this our twenty-first century King George?
Maybe we are all in this mess because it's true that far too few really give a damn, and maybe also true that we do get what we deserve.
Or I could just be cranky because nobody invited me over for burgers and beer yesterday. I don't know. Either way, the day was still a dud.
Gunshots and firecrackers sound remarkably similar, FYI.
So I spent a lot of my time ducking, better safe than sorry. I do hope that whatever advantageous mayhem the holiday may have elicited is over and done with. Not to mention that it was plain annoying.
And those "big event fireworks displays" trumpeted about town all week here ... yeah, I caught a few of those live coverages on the local news. Lame, lame, and lamer still. At least I gave it a shot.
Seems to me there really wasn't so much to celebrate this Fourth of July, all things considered, what with this intended to be our annual orgiastic blowout in honor of the greatness of all things America!
What a farce these last few years, each one more so than the last.
Rather than those danged noisy fireworks, yesterday should have been designated, as perfectly said in this article by Chris Satullo, "a day of quiet and atonement. For we have sinned."
Kudos, too, for pointing out how the atrocities of this Bush administration mirror the sort of abuses that "once were committed by the arrogant crowns of Europe, spawning rebellion."
Yep, that would be the reason why we all ended up over here on this side of the pond in the first place, if memory serves.
So where are today's rebels, and why is there no rising up against the arrogance of this our twenty-first century King George?
"[W]hen a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government ..."Courtesy of the Declaration of Independence there. Oh well.
Maybe we are all in this mess because it's true that far too few really give a damn, and maybe also true that we do get what we deserve.
Or I could just be cranky because nobody invited me over for burgers and beer yesterday. I don't know. Either way, the day was still a dud.
Always a dud for me.
ReplyDeleteNot into this "holiday." Just a bunch of noise.
I agree...bullets and firecrackers sound exactly the same.
Last night, the 5th, we still had "noise."
Had to count the "shots." When it hit 25, I had to assume, "Yeah, more firecrackers."
We always have people who I guess have left overs...and we have to listen to more on the 5th.
Yeah, no invite for burgers here either...ha.
I still have the leftovers of the combustible type going on here, too. And it's Sunday night. I'll just be glad when the weekend is over.
ReplyDeleteDoug, how did your dogs handle the fireworks? Mine was scared out of her mind. I like the big ones that the businesses put on around here. I never cared for firecrackers and things that just make loud noise.
ReplyDeleteIn past years, Roy has always been afraid of the fireworks and stuff, but he's always been afraid of thunder, too. Some Rottweiler he is! Always in either case getting right up next to me whether on the couch, in bed whatever. This year, he seemed totally oblivious to even the loud bomb-like things that were going off around here, but I've also noticed lately (we've had tons of storms) he doesn't seem to bother with the thunder so much either. Happened suddenly, I think he's getting deaf in his old age or something. I'll blame Bush for that, too, why the hell not? :-)
ReplyDeleteHad a kick ass large German Shepherd, crashed through our glass kitchen door, after a burglar, jumped the tall fench we thought was keeping him in, we yelled for him "Wolf!" he comes back bloodied with a mouthful of coat and hops over the fench like it was a toad, but when it thundered? He dove under the couch and stayed there, shaking, until it passed. Go figure. Glad I'm not only one who wasn't feeling proud this 4th.
ReplyDeleteMy dog barks at the thunder. She's also afraid of the smoke alarm.
ReplyDeleteLOL @ blaming Bush.
Wolf and Roy appear to be like-minded, I like that. I can see Roy with a mouthful of coat, too.
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