Happy 4th.....year is Iraq.
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Jimi Hendrix National Anthem
Topic: Special Days
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Can you feel the terror in the air?
Damn it all. When I was a kid, the fourth was singularly the third no fourth best holiday of the year. First was Christmas, then Thanksgiving, oh and Halloween was real special. Then came the most exciting adventure day, The 4th of July. Exciting because we would all go around and blow stuff up all day, and shoot bottle rockets at everything and roman candles too. Even though it was illegal and I lived in Ohio and my father was a cop it was OK this one day to light cherry bombs and ash cans and all sorts of long strings of firecrackers, that were savored one black cat at a time, one ant mound at a time, one over turned fruit juice concentrate can at a time. And at night there was no building clutter between me and an amusement park 7 miles away and every one on our block would stand out on their bar-b-Que patios with said in hand and watch the fireworks go off over Myers Lake. You would see the flash and the reports would take forever to get to you. Damn it was a blast. It was 1960 and I was 14. Ike was the president. And Bush was blowin up stuff too. He's still blowin up stuff and the 4th has lost some glitter as these freedoms we celebrate, slowly through fear and ignorance are allowed to erode and it isn't gonna get better any time soon. Fireworks in the neighborhood just piss me off now. There's a zillion buildings between me and the nearest free fireworks display. I shoot my gun.