Blowin shizzle up!

The 4th of July. Independence day. A time to gather with friends and family and celebrate the good 'ol USA. It's a great holiday. Burgers, dogs and that most cherished of American pastimes, explosives. I'm not sure what it is, but we love them. There are few things that will bring a smile to my face faster than a massive colon-shaking firework. Even when they're smaller, they're fantastic. All kinds of different colors, some ubber-bright, some faint. Some shriek, some just thud (those are my favorites). Even if you're just setting them off in your yard, they're fantastic. The smoke that hangs in the air and the shit-eating-grins on the people that are lighting them off. It's the one day a year where we're allowed to be our inner 5-year-old and just blow stuff up! Is it the best holiday there is? No, don't be ridiculous, Thanksgiving is a Holiday centered around eating and simply cannot be topped, but the 4th is right on it's heels! Now if only I lived somewhere where fireworks weren't illegal... (even sparklers, the red-headed stepchild of fireworks and snakes, the ugly cousin aren't allowed!)

MoCoMD policy statement...

IMHO, if you're dumb enough to hold a cherry bomb in your hand or stick a bottlerocket up your butt, you get what you deserve. Honestly, these people should probably be weeded out of the gene pool (they're probably in the shallow end anyways...)