It seems to me that the only reason that the Fourth of July exists anymore is so that a certain sect of the populace has something to waste money on other than UFC Pay-Per-View events. Funny, considering how hard I can imagine it must be to round up shopping carts in the WalMart parking lot when you're shy a few fingers on your left hand - not to mention open a Red Bull or beer.
Now, I wouldn't be so harsh on the holiday, but how many people actually pause to reflect on the importance of Independence Day? Do you honestly think that while some hooting hillbilly wearing a wifebeater and a Tap-Out hat that uses his cigarette lighter to ignite a $15 incendiary device that will no doubt bewilder and leave his admiring crowd of 20 people and 41 teeth gives half a shit how we arrived at his point in history? Yeah, I don't think so either. Chances are that this group, complete with 14 kids that just took a break from eating dirt to plunge their grimy fists elbow deep into a bag of Cheetos that EBT bought, are simply thinking of how Godamned neat it is that they have enough firepower to keep the neighbors up until 3 am.
As you can probably tell, there are people that are enthusiastic about this particular day of the year that live next to us. I would hazard to guess that there were probably several people that woke up at 10 this morning curled up in the back of a late 70's Chevy pickup covered in their own piss and smelling like a port-a-potty at an outdoor music festival. After the mix of sulfur, cigarette smoke, and vomit smell settles, they'll probably flop onto a couch and try to build up the reserves for another final round tonight (since I'm willing to guess they don't have jobs to go to for the most part).
And that is where I arrive at my point in this post. Its great that we have the ability to do that in this country, isn't it? Its not my thing, but it may be a huge part of their self preservation.
Although, I do wish that my animals were better equipped to deal with it.
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