National Grillin' Day

The 4th Is Also National Grillin’ Day

The 4th of July isn’t just Independence Day. It’s also, unofficially but truly in general practice, national grillin’ day, when people of all sorts and stripes either grill or attend cookouts where someone is grillin’.

I, personally think that the grillin’ is the best part, or damn close to it, of the 4th’s celebrations. But then, I grill at least once a week, almost every week of year. Well, that and I’m not a fan of night filled with fireworks.

Some Bits Of Advice

One, while the grill is far, far, far more often than not a Man’s Zone, if you can find a woman who loves grillin’, Put. A. Ring. On. Her. Wife her right the fuck up!

Two, do not be that asshole. If your woman pre-prepped all the meats and vegetables, possibly including deciding upon and applying the marinades and/or rubs; and/or she made all the sides, desserts, and whatnot, DO. NOT. TAKE. CREDIT. FOR. THIS FEAST! It was a joint venture, one in which she did the bulk of the work, leaving you to apply your specific skillset to properly applying fire and smoke to food. Both in your own mind and in response to any compliments you get, make this clear.

Trust me in this, Gentlemen; not only will the above advice prevent you from being that asshole – and we all know or know of at least one of them – it will be to your direct benefit to heed me in this.

Carry on! I’m off to get my coals started.

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America The Beautiful

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America The Beautiful
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America The Beautiful, one of the truest and most loved of our patriotic music – though, obviously one derided and spurned by our domestic enemies, is, alongside The Star Spangled Banner, a favorite for this day, the 4th of July, and the anniversary of the difficult and bloody birth of our nation and our people’s liberation from tyranny.

But, despite the ugliness and even uglier rhetoric and strongly held beliefs of the enemies within our borders, America is beautiful. From Southeastern swamps to Northwestern rainforests; from Northeastern bogs to Southwestern deserts; America is filled with beauty and beautiful people.

Indeed, the one good that our enemies unintentionally provide is that the ugliness of the these weeds points out and draws attention to the splendor of the roses in our nation’s collective garden. Hence, like tares sown by the enemy throughout our amber fields of grain, perhaps they should be left until the upcoming harvest before being gathered and destroyed.

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NYC, The Night Of The 4th

NYC, The Night Of The 4th
The 7 Train & The fireworks
NYC, The Night Of The 4th

And here’s a stunning picture of the IRT Flushing Line aka the 7 train from the 4th of July. In my opinion, absolutely beautiful and evocative.

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Blessed Was The 4th

Blessed Was The 4th Of July

Truly! Blessed was the 4th of July, even more so than most years. Despite – or, possibly because of – the COVID-19 panicdemic and Biden’s earlier nay-saying, true-born and rightly-raised Americans gathered together across our nation in celebration of its birth.

Oh yes! So many of us raised a joyous noise unto the Heavens, and so many found the most titillating ways to wave the flag! 😆

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It Can Be Like That

The Night Of The 4th of July – It Can Be Like That For Some Of Us

Yes! Especially this year, I want Americans to really celebrate the 4th of July. Yes again! I want us all to raise a joyful and raucous noise unto the Heavens. But maybe remember that some of us don’t “respond well” to those fireworks throughout the night, and we really don’t respond well to those firearm discharges randomly interspersed with them.

Yeah, I know. It’s 2020 and our communities have broken down to the point where most of us don’t know enough about our neighbors to know whether one or more of them might be veterans with PTSD. Still, think about it.

And yes, I’ll likely be spending tonight in a separate bedroom from my wives with my two dogs, one of which has PTSD worse than mine. We’ve got our gear together – weighted blankets, her thunder shirt, and my noise-canceling headphones – and our other dog is a damn fine comfort.

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