In other words, Happy Fourth of July

Since today is July 3 I am taking the liberty — pardon the pun — of beginning my celebration of the United States of America’s birth a day early. I can do that you know, for I am special. Some say special in the derogatory way. But I don’t care because July 4 is such a wonderful day to celebrate because it is the day that President Adams and Jefferson both died within hours of each other.

Of course, I don’t think it is a reason to celebrate the fact that two presidents died on the same day some 182 years ago check my math if you want. But I thought that I might dazzle someone from say Bhutan or even the U.S. of A. who didn’t know that the two presidents, who were formal political rivals most of their lives but late in life began writing each other like teens with a schoolboy-girl crush, died on the same day. But they did. So there!

That is really all I have to say because time is running out on my meter and I will explode into a wee gray mass of protoplasm once the arrow reaches “E.” which as Firesign Theater noted in their excellent work: “Don’t Crush That Dwarf Hand Me the Pliers,” ” … stands for excellent in my books.”

Happy Fourth! Eat up. Don’t drink and drive. Don’t drink and play with Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles!

Red, white and blue. Get it?

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