Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


62. Saturday, July 4th.

Here begins my 4th of July rant. 


I dislike the 4th of July. I mean, I get that it's good that we got our freedom and whatnot, but at what cost? We pushed the Native Americans out of their homelands, stole their land. We fought oppression, but then oppressed slaves. Why is everyone so proud to be an American? We're no better than anyone else. I don't mean to sound ungrateful; I'm undoubtedly privileged to be an American, just not always proud.

Secondly, fireworks. Fireworks are unnecessary. I don't especially mind them if they're in one localized place that you can avoid if you want to, such as a city display or a festival where people gather. What gets me is when every average joe and his neighbor shoot them off in their backyards. Not only is this intensely annoying (my dog is not a fan of fireworks, and I'm not a fan of his barking), but you can't even see the results most of the time. Also, tumblr recently pointed out to me the effects this has on war veterans with PTSD. That's horribly inconsiderate to put them in these situations. It's not like they can just avoid the festivals and public fireworks; they also aren't safe in their own homes.

Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin anyone's fun. 

Oh, oh, oh, here's the real kicker: amateur fireworks are illegal in my state. But, BUT, guess what they do about the hundreds of people who do it anyway? Absolutely freaking nothing. We've called the police before after people consistently set off fireworks far too low and way into the early hours of the morning (getting drunker and drunker as the night went on) and the police were like, "We can't chase down everybody setting off fireworks, can we?" So they didn't do anything. What kind of thing is that? So a law no longer is enforced if everybody starts breaking it? I didn't know that was how laws worked?? Meanwhile the drunken idiots across the street carried on setting off fireworks whose sparks rained down on the roof of my neighbor's fifty year old gigantic wooden barn. That's safe. I guess if it had caught on fire and we would've called the fire department, they would've been like, "We can't go around putting out everybody's fires, can we?" 


Here concludes my 4th of July rant.






Red, white, and blue, gaze in your looking glass,

you're not a child anymore.

Red, white, and blue, your future has all but passed,

So, lift up your heart, and make a new start, 

and lead us away from here."

-Styx, "Suite Madame Blue"

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