"I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country, and I really regret that I have to give it up now. I've got a date with Millicent Ravishington on Saturday night, and let me tell you, she's a handful in bed. Say, fellows, if I give you my word that I'll come back, do you suppose we could do this execution thing on Monday?" ~ unabridged final words of Nathan Hale, September 22nd, 1776
Happy Independence Day, to my American friends and various relations (I know there's a few down in the Lower 48). On your day of casting off the shackles of British colonialism and setting out on the long path that brought you to this day, I salute you. Sure, your founding fathers might have scoffed at the thought that someday people named Snooki or Paris would captivate the attention of a substantial part of the population...
Now, a great many of you have your own home fireworks. Just be careful. Remember, adult supervision is a must. Uncle Ralph doesn't count; he's always been a bit off kilter since the Great July Fourth Disaster of '65, which he of course started, by setting them off in a mailbox, which led to the entire city of Wichita nearly being destroyed....
|Fireworks specialists in the Shire, Middle Earth|
|The decapitated head of Walt Disney fires off cruise missiles from his secret lair to destroy his enemies at Warner Brothers....|
And so it is that the founding fathers brought forth on this earth a new nation, conceived in liberty, dedicated to the notion that all men are created equal, and that all zombies must be destroyed lest they take over the country and feast on the entrails of living people.
Lincoln's ghost is going to kill me for messing around with the Gettysburg Address. Just so you know when I'm found dead in the morning with a ghastly look on my face.
I'll be taking a few days off from blog writing, by the way. I've fallen behind on reading, so let's say it'll be a week before I'm back to posting. In the meantime, check out Erin's blog at Erin Lausten. She's spotlighting bloggers and fellow writers; in this case, it's me. If you're not already following her blog, do so; you'll enjoy her work.
Have fun! Watch the fireworks! Listen to the 1812 Overture (though why that gets played for American celebrations is beyond me). Don't get the rifle-toting ex-Vice President mad at you. He's got good aim.