July 4, 2008
In the United States, Independence Day, commonly known as the Fourth of July, is a federal holiday commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, declaring independence from the Kingdom of Great Britain.
Sounds pretty dry doesn't it but it is the document that defines who we are as a people. In my opinion it is the most important document in the history of the human race. It basically says we don't need a king and that we are entitled to govern ourselves. A concept that went over the heads of many then and still does today. What is missed by most and especially by our present government is that it says that “all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Emphasis on “ALL”. Not just just citizens of the U.S.A. And not just white men. All men. I don't know how they felt about space aliens but they were probably included too.
Random thoughts of an old man while sober.
I now have a perfect figure. 42-42-42-42. Perfect but still too big. I'm looking for 38-38-38-38. I doubt that I will achieve that but it is something to aim for. 42 is of course the answer to the question so has specific significance.
My weight is 198.5 (averaging my two scales). It was 219 at the end of February.
It may appear that I am a perfect tubular shape but be advised that it is not so. There are a lot of bumps, swellings and sticky outies in that tube. “She Who Must Be Obeyed” says I have some square parts as well. One of my stepdaughters (Danette) years ago labeled me as “the Fireplug” and it was so obviously appropriate that it stuck. I don't mind. I just want to get down to where I look good in a kilt and so far I'm getting down. I already taken about 4 inches up on my work kilt by hand sewing but now it's to the point that I am going to have to rip out some seams and do some serious cutting. I have been eyeing the cursed sewing machine. But it just sits there, snarling, with blood dripping from its needle.
I'm fairly certain hell has frozen over as the government repaved the bomb cratered street in front of my house this week. You should have seen the bicycles come out of the woodwork. I am, in general, not in favor of paving the world but for where there has to be wheeled transport it sure is nice and much more efficient. Hopefully the increase in efficiency makes up for the loss of bare earth because the wheels are going to roll regardless.
The paving is still going on and when it is finished I should be able to ride four to five miles without retracing my steps all here in Trollville. That will be nice on those days that I need to loosen up but just can't face the homicidal maniacs on the main road.
Speaking of homicidal maniacs I was just out the other day observing and trying to understand those who seemingly don't care about killing or maiming someone. The percentage of those who try to get as close to you as they can goes way up when it's the going home from work drones. It's mostly pickups and vans that are trying to teach you a lesson. It is the rare persons that try to let you know that they are aware of you and paying attention but it happens and it is appreciated. I am seeing a significant increase in numbers of bicycles and scooters.
My bride and I are truly celebrating Independence Day this weekend. I just delivered the “Princess” to her mother and the “Crown Prince” has taken his birthday guitar and gone off camping with his girlfriend and her family. Hope no one gets pregnant. He will be 15 the twelfth of the month. There is a term that apply's to 45 autoloader handguns called “cocked and locked”. That apply's to him but I'm not so sure about the locked part.
I'm thinking “honeymoon” but I think my bride is thinking “honey do”.
My Box Of Dreams
One of the things in my “Box of Dreams” is to write poetry that is not offensive to the ear. I don't care if it offends people as long as it doesn't offend the ear. I have heard plenty of that. The content was good but the delivery was offensive. Some people should just not read poetry not even their own. That's probably the reason I don't often share the petty poetry that I have written. Much of that poetry was on a hard drive that died so at least the world is safe from those words. I do make an exception for limericks. I try to make them as offensive as possible. Limericks are like puns in that I am trying top get a groan not a laugh. The louder and more pronounced the groan the better.
There was an old man in a kilt
who drank so much wine he would tilt
He tilted one day
and showed us the way
to find out just how he was built.
Oldfool
I can do worse.
Please don't take Freedom for granted. It ain't free.
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