Playing Fair and Being Kind

THE 4TH OF JULY

(fucking yay)

It is the fourth and it is after dark, after nine P.M. I sit and listen to explosions from the Harbor and the noise reverberates around the hills and up the rivers and off the islands and boats filled with glassy-eyed people taking it all in. What is the meaning of it? At one time I would sit and watch the fireworks exploding above my head along with hundreds of other patriots. None of us realized the exhibition was designed to keep us entertained as the bosses made money from our labors and filled us with empty pride. The foolish empty pride that like puffed rice did not fill us up with anything. Empty and shallow and utterly filled with lies and empty promises like the uncle pulling quarters from behind your ear or three card monte or like throwing a stick for a…