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Goddamit I Love ‘Murca
And I heard it in the wind
And I saw it in the sky
And I thought it was the end
I thought it was the Fourth of July
– Soundgarden
So, obviously I’m a glutton for punishment. Not one month after the Hell Weekend at the Gorge, I’m heading out there again on Saturday to catch Widespread Panic and Camper Van Beethoven. This time, however, we’re not camping out for two days in a campground filled with drunken idiot children. This time, we’re driving out the day of the show, and staying in a hotel afterwards. Ahhhh, the sweet sound of toilets flushing and the pleasant whrrrrr of the air conditioning unit switching on. I can hardly wait.
Not quite sure yet what I’ll be doing on the Fourth. Seattle has two major fireworks displays, and my apartment is roughly equidistant from both of them. In fact, from the Ballard Bridge, you can see both displays going off simultaneously. Of course, we could always bag the fireworks and go down to the beach and build a bonfire.
Or maybe I’ll sit on my porch with a sixpack and do some reading. Fafblog, for instance, has a selection of words and illustrations from our country’s founding (my personal favorite is “Yahweh Crossing the Delaware.”) I could also print out and post some of these patriotic posters, to inform and educate my countrymen about the wonderful new era which dawns around us.
Or perhaps, I’ll read this document instead. And I’ll wonder how the hell we got into the fucking mess we’re in.
