My Review of a July 4th Pyrotechnics Display


Normally I would not attend July 4th fireworks shows because they [1] glorify war and the decibel levels [2] trigger the nightmarish flashbacks of war veterans suffering from PTSD, [3] negatively impact all who must endure autism, [4] freak out house pets and [5] spook the crap out of living in the wild creatures… great and small.

Beyond that are the air quality issues caused by [1] the traffic jams (both before and after) and [2] the nasty chemical composition of the fireworks themselves. On this particular night there was so much smog that it actually “seeded” the clouds and caused brief rain showers.

Additionally, the bumper to bumper, snail’s paced traffic also made life difficult for one team of ambulance paramedics. One can only hope their patient made it to the hospital before it was too late.

So why did I even bother attending my hometown’s 15 minute long festivities? Because I could not avoid them… the pyrotechnics people had practically set up shop in my own home’s backyard (in actuality… at my stone’s throw away, once-upon-a-time high school’s football field).

All fhe while I was typing this (about an hour ago) the low engine rumble and honking horns were further disturbing the peace as their owners continued filing out and heading for home.

Oh, btw… the visual aspect of the fireworks was stunningly beautiful.

One has to wonder if such an assessment… a mere footnote… makes any of this worthwhile.

About the only way this would become a rewarding, enriching experience is if it heightened genuine patriotism and inspired parent / children teaching moments re the importance of empowering wise presidents who… when settling international conflicts… will always rank warfare dead last.




Mouth vs. Muth: Fireworks of a Different Nature

I refuse to name, by name, the above video’s pathetic, Y-chromosomed organism… for the following reasons…

• Shooters must always be denied the Internet infamy they hunger for. Publicity can only embolden… in this case… cause others of his ilk to seek the high elective offices, which they must always be denied. True… technically speaking… and to the best of our knowledge… that villain is unarmed (in the conventional sense). Nonetheless, he is shooting off his mouth… i.e., a lethal weapon in need of a holster / muzzle.

• By rendering him nameless, this facilitates each reader’s ability to Fill-In-The-Blank… to finger-point / make examples of other, equally culpable, notorious Fascists. Know this. He is but one of countless other conspirators who, left unchecked, will slam the wrecking ball into Liberty, Equality and Basic Human Decency… reduce the very American Dream, itself, to rubble.

Of course, rendering such a miscreant generic does present a problem. We will still need to call him something. Common obscenities do instantly come to mind… and would do him justice… but let’s not sink down to that level. Hmm… why not dub that bastard, Benedict?

Let’s now dig deeper to direct our attention to Benedict’s honorable colleague… State Senator Katie Muth… who had been attempting to speak on behalf of the formerly homeless Philadelphia man, John Boyd. So, why, in God’s name, did mister hothead deem it necessary to relentlessly shout her down?

• For starters, can we all agree that we must not drag God into this?

• Might Benedict’s temper tantrum be a textbook example of arrested development / poor toilet training? One can certainly see how this elitist could get all whiny and cranky since no self-respecting nanny… from out of his gilded past… would ever be a party to changing a (purportedly) continent (alleged) grownup’s soiled / overloaded (metaphorical?) diaper.

• Could he be channeling his misguided loyalty to / hero worship for a (diapered?) misogynist fake prez, who needs no further introduction? Shared hatred towards womankind could certainly account for Benedict’s catapulting a shedload of his undue and indefensible, seething disrespect and contempt.

• Might Benedict believe his “number two” smells better than anybody else’s? To be sure, [1] that very notion reeks and [2] belongs nowhere near any representative form of government. In actuality, the only thing that rude dude IS representing amounts to his own, pathetic, disgustingly odoriferous ideology… little doubt… the indefensible mindset that ONLY elitists are entitled to be seen and heard. We, the common-folk voters, must never empower the likes of unlikable him.

• Or maybe he had been driven into a state of panic? Senator Muth had been, indirectly, [1] exposing the stealthily waged Trumpian Class War against the less fortunate souls of our world and [2] drumming up some much needed political blow-back. What Benedict likely fears the most is a clued in, incensed electorate whose cast ballots could result in a monumental ass kicking at the polls… as in… our expeditiously kicking Trumpian fat fannies, such as his, out of office.

Just for the sake of completeness, we must consider one remaining possibility.

• Albeit it highly unlikely, might Benedict actually be at war with himself? Might what little that remains of his conscience be causing pangs of guilt to occasionally flare-up? After all, no human can forever aid and abet the cruel and inhumane Trumpian class war (against the impoverished masses) without that taking its toll. Of course, it does require both brains and courage for anyone to [1] confront such faults and failings and [2] self-correct. And since it’s unlikely he was ready, willing and able to do so, he had little choice but to [1] wimp out, [2] reset his micro-brain to Trumpian default settings and [3] revert to knuckle dragging to avoid standing upright… standing for upright human decency.

One can only hope that Benedict will someday, hopefully soon, emerge the humane victor and join what little is left of civil society.

While I totally admire Senator Katie Muth for [1] having been the adult in the room, [2] keeping her cool and [3] resisting the temptation to get in Benedict’s face to yell, “Shut the F up!”… well… the sad truth is that Trumpians sneer at civility and deem it an exploitable weakness.

Oh, how I yearn for the day where such a pessimistic outlook can only be seen in our rear-view mirrors.

End of blog? Not quite yet…

On this occasion… the 243rd Birthday of America…

I’ll readily admit that this has not been your typical “Happy Birthday Blog”. But I cannot think of a more meaningful way to express such a sentiment than to [1] further expose the abject Anti-Americanism which Trumpian politics / policy stands for and [2] launch some fireworks of a different nature… i.e., send upwards, the red flare of distress regarding the Trumpian conspiracy, a plot which threatens to snuff out Lady Liberty… wherever she may try to reside and flourish… be that in your homeland or mine.

Can freedom endure? Can we / our descendants persevere? Just how many more genuine, 4th of July celebrations can there be? Well… only time… and liberal, 2020 Election Day changes… if any… will tell…






Michigan has a bumper crop of legislator bums (“bums” in the British connotation). They’re akin to self-centered children trapped in adults’ bodies. In their younger days it’s easy to envision them throwing epic temper tantrums if/when mommy and daddy ever tried to rein them in. A few examples…

INCIDENT A: Their legislation has relaxed the rules that once required all motorcyclists to wear helmets.

These kiddies exclaim, “WE’RE FREEEEEE!”

All sober grown-ups counter, “Oh really?”

Their (f)law* has resulted in a dramatic upsurge in traumatic brain injuries and death.

INCIDENT B: They’ve raised the speed limit on many highways/freeways to 75 mph, which likely means that, eventually, if not already, lead-footed drivers will be edging their speedometers upwards into the 90 – 100+ mph zone.

These kiddies squeal with glee, “WHEEEEEE!!!”

All sober grown-ups counter, “Oh really?”

Tragically, it’d fall on these (f)lawmakers’ deaf ears if anyone were to…

  1. mention how Michigan’s crumbling roadways are riddled with potholes and craters… are simply in no condition to safely accommodate faster traffic… which renders these ill-conceived speed limit hikes downright deadly.
  2. point out how even the most fuel efficient cars guzzle gasoline faster at higher mph, which only wastes energy and adds more pollutants to our air, soil and water.
  3. mention how “driverless” cars are a huge problem, too… driverless because humans, behind the wheel, are balancing drive thru cups of scalding coffee and stuffing egg McMuffins into their pie holes… all this while texting and viewing God-only-knows-what on their “devices”.

Folks, an increase in incidents of car caused carnage is inevitable.

Oh, btw, I’ve already done the math and this mph increase, at best, will “save” drivers (who, e.g., are commuting 50 miles to their workplaces) around 15 minutes! That’s a hollow victory hardly worth anyone giddily jumping up and down in celebration.

Now, speaking of celebration…

INCIDENT C: Michigan’s immature legislators have also enacted an insane fireworks law, which grants full access to roman candles, bottle and missile-type rockets, etc, to every 18+-year-old yahoo who ever existed. America’s 10 federal holidays (plus the day before and after each of them) is when these alleged grown-ups can legally detonate these devices. Per annum, that adds up to 30 days total!

These wideeyed, slack jawed kiddies let out their, “OOOOOOH!!! AHHHHHH!!!”

All sober grown-ups (literally) counter, “YAWWWNNNN.”

Folks, these legislators have actually included Christmas. Yep… nothing says “Happy Birthday Jesus” more like blasting off fireworks???? Good God!

Indeed, we’re talking about one full, freakin’ months’ worth of worthless, warzone decibel disturbances, which further debilitates our nation of already sleep deprived citizens, freaks out household pets and does far worse things than any of that!

These loud explosions upset war veterans and war heroes, who are battling PTSD and folks, who are suffering from autism.

Look, I’m not a total anti-fireworks freak. All I’m saying is that firing them off should be limited to America’s Independence Day and, perhaps, at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. That would be an entirely reasonable compromise… well unless you’re a childish legislator who is also getting under the table, dirty money from the Fireworks manufactures.

I do suppose there’s one upside to all the above situations… when legislators are prioritizing their lawmaking in this manner… that limits the time they’ll have to do even more serious damage to Michigan.

It’s high time we vote out these bums (again, “bums” in the British connotation)!


*flaw + law = (f)law