AMERICA is 233 yrs. old

happy birthday america!
i can't wait to watch a whole gaggle of fat idiots
eating hot dogs and waving flags all day.
nothing says patriotism like a drunken 3-day weekend.
go team!
still,
i do love fireworks.
thanks asia!
and speaking of;
last night's 'splosions were 'ucking extravagantly elite.
right outside our fine dining dinner party, even.
and the food was off the flippin' hinges, too.
grilled hen of the woods 'shrooms in olive/roasted tomato/capers sauce?
oh hells yeah, b!tches.

dear england,
thanks for shakespeare, the bbc, and the beatles,
sorry we handed out some musket-slaps all those years ago.
but if we hadn't,
we'd all still be talking like mincey little minky-boys.
1-0, suckas.

tonight, my ninjas,
we get it poppin' with even more hottness.
it's also not raining again.
two days of humidity that isn't freefalling out of the cloudcover?
in a row?
so nice for my face!
and there's even more fireworky freshness scheduled to go down.
we're lucky.
i'm especially lucky.
my crew showed up and brought the berfday noise for my truest love.
i am grateful for all of that.
and especially for the ladyfriend i span these times with.
bombs burstin' in air are a fittin' skyscape
for the big blown-up beatbox bumpin' barbarian breakbeats in my chest.
my heart is full, mutha-lickers.

a war of independence, ya'll.
NOT a revolution.
remember that.
the declaration of independence.
independence day.
not revolution day....
revoltions are short lived.
you just end up back where you started.
revolving.
round and round and round.
and that's some weak sauce.
sorry carhart A-holes,
but it's so super sad and true.
independence is waaaay longer lived, usually.
because the goal isn't to get rid of some crap,
but to operate outside of the crap.
just be dopeness, in word and deed.
whether or not there is some lame busines goin' on,
we just doo-doo our own other other freaky sh!t.
c'mon;
that's some live free or die sh!t.
that's some Folk Life & Liberty sh!t.
that's some warrior poetry and really realness.
that's self-reliance and serious go-for-yours get-nice action.
and it's when will smith and bill pullman blow up aliens.
word.
the woodsly goodness is maintaing a deafening decibel level.
we're maxed out, in the red (and white and blue)
independence, my ninjas.
it goes to eleven.
hard.
chinese fireworks are gonna get on it.
just like the rest of america,
even our patriotism is manufactured elsewhere.
i get it, i got it.
but i'm not gonna get wth it.
we're celebrating independence day.
independently.
maybe some not-dogs.
definitely some stink-stick cigariousness.
but all within eyeshot of the star-spangled skies.
we're keepin' a close watch on the 'revolution'.
round and round and round, ya'll.
we're here,
we're doo-dooin' it,
giving proof through the night,
oe'r ramparts and everything;
never quiet, never soft....