Happy 4th of July to everyone here in the States. Ah, back in the days when we were overthrowing tyrannical bastards instead of enabling them. Huzzah!
Just remember to try not to blow yourself up with fireworks or set yourself on fire while grilling. Safety first, kids!
Alcohol, of course, is second.
Actual celebration of independence is about 453rd, somewhere between the Celebration of the Random Monday Off Even Though The 4th Is On Sunday, and relief that we can just call our celebrities by their names instead of the Duke of Bogieshire or whatever.
What the hell are you talking about?!?! 🙂
In England everyone is Sir this or Duke that or the Earl of Whinging. When we overthrew the British, we assured ourselves that there would never be a need for Sir Tom Cruise.
And that, my friend, is an accomplishment beyond what our founding fathers could have forseen.
I’m not saying this was necessarily the best accomplishment (In fact, I did say we celebrate our actual independence before celebrate this little-celebrated fact), but it certainly makes all our lives less annoying.
I was merely making the point that celebrating the actual independence of our nation is something that’s quite secondary to getting ripped and finding the most powerful fireworks we can get our hands on.
That’s what the hell I’m talking about 🙂
Oh. OK.
(makes cuckoo hand motion)
🙂
You’re just noticing that I’m insane now? Man, you’re even less observant than I am.