Burning the midnight butane.
My thrift store lighter, which I mentioned a couple of posts ago, is fucken awesome. Thing looks like some sort of ninja death lighter, I swear.
Anyways, I’m sitting here at one thirty something in the morning on July 4th. After we wake up in the morning, or early afternoon as the case may be, Dee and I are going over to my friend B’s for a cookout and then to watch the fireworks. Should be fun.
I was going to write about how the founding fathers, for all their faults, were actually revolutionaries. And I dont think they would have put up with the irony of a country celebrating independence- while being basically owned by transnational corporations and being held by the short hairs due to foreign oil.
But I’m not going there, all Mr. pooh-poohing things. Besides, I highly doubt anything I write here will get all two dozen of my readers to go man the barricades n’ shit. They’ve got plenty of room for all of us at Guantanomo, after all.
Naw, y’know, I just want to wish everybody a happy and powder burn free forth of July. Skarf some burgers or whatever from the grill, drink responsibly if you’re one of those sad people who can’t enjoy a Friday off without getting tanked, and remember: No sticking M-80’s in the neighbor lady’s cat’s butt.
July 4, 2008 at 8:39 am
Thanks for you comment on my blog and I love the name of yours, truly marvelous! I wish we could start a revolution, or at least figure out a way to NOT buy gas for a couple of months, but yeah, I doubt the American Public has the energy our forefathers had, what with all that drinking and eating and couching that goes on, we’ve been lulled into compliance and it really bothers me and I have no idea what to do about it!