The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It's the most wonderful time of the year, good people. What makes it so special you ask? Well I'll tell you. Once again the governement has gotten a year older as the citizens take three steps back. It's independence day! "The fourth" for black folk. A time of the year when C4 become legal at gas stations in the hood and babies that can barely hold a bottle get to wave sparklers. Its a time when good people barbecue anything that was former on four legs and old soldiers put on uniforms they can barely fit anymore. The fourth was a time , and still is a time to just let your hitler like tendancies flow. I can remember as a child the excitement that came along with laying on the hood of my parent's car (triflin), watching the men detonate (yes detonate) fireworks large enough to see a few blocks away (not legal in any state), my brother and cousins aiming roman candles at each other (murderous tendancies) and catching fireflies and putting them in a jar (animal cruelty). We ate barbecue from sun up til sun down and a few days after, while playing at the beach until the sun went down and then sleeping like bears in hibernation(a la bacchus style). As a child it's carefree; as an adult, it's rather meaningless to most, just a day off and out of the office. You'd think (but Christmas will tel you otherwise), that we freedom indulging americans would remember the spirit in which we fire up the grills. Yet sadly enough, the most symbolic day of our calendar year is just another commericial holiday fo us to blow off to apathy. Well, I suppose i'm going to get all this back in spades since eventually I'll be someone's parent....yet I intend to let my pet monsters indulge to the fullest, in the spirit of the day or not!