ah gawd
I would like to extend the deepest thanks to the Bass beer brewing company for making one hell of a beer. Not only can I drink a fuck-metric-ton of it, but it gives the best feeling in the world, even in the hungover state. I am way hungover, but in the most functional way. I feel great and kind of hungover loopy instead of that I'm-gonna-puke-and-most-likely-die hungover. Dear god, can you not make a greater beer than that?
Yes, I broke down, dug up five bucks and went to socialize at the tavern and subsequently got a lot of beers bought for me. OH MY LORD. Do I have the greatest friends or what? That is one of the keenest advantages that being me provides. The best people are your friends.
So the fourth is coming up, and I can't be back in Kansas, but being with friends out here ain't too bad. Michelle is having a cookout and I'm hauling firewood and vegetables to it. I wanted to make chili. I make the greatest chili, but I've been assigned veg duty. I think we are also setting fire to Michelle's house or husband or something. I do remember we were talking about setting fire to something last night. I would bring the dogs, and they would love it, and I would love having my little family with me, but they'd kill some cats and we can't be doing that to Michelle. A large cat massacre at her cookout wouldn't be cricket.
I don't know why people keep asking me if I'm going to celebrate the fourth. Of course I am. One of the greatest things in this country is the freedom to be me. This country provides for a majority of it's citizenry, while trying to save the ones it can't. I criticize the government, I scrutinize the institutions and I question policies because A) I can, my constitution provides me the mechanisms to self examine and improve my country and B) As great as I know we are, we can always be better and we are the only country in the world that is self correcting to this extent. So, like it or not, I am part of what makes this country great. So is the redneck. So is the soldier. So is the politician so is the conservatives. So are the liberals. So are the forgotten moderates and shades of grey in our poor beleaguered political system.
I'm celebrating my freedom from tyranny with food, folks and fun. And beer. And apparently fire of some sort.
Since my hangover is not debilitating and actually sort of pleasant in a weird way, I'm heading to the track as soon as the ibuprofen kicks in a bit. It's a beautiful morning and I'm going to try and take advantage of it.
Happy Independence Day!!
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