Fuckin’ Fireworks!!!

Oh how wonderful that small fireworks are now legal in NYS. Does it really matter? All summer people are poppin’ off fireworks in this city as if it were no danger or inconvenience—whether it’s legal or not. The empire state plaza already has fireworks— it seems twice a week. And if you live near the plaza, you have the pleasure of hearing every blast five times for each massive state building the sound bounces off of.

Isn’t that enough? Why do you have to go up on the roof in a  tree lined, historic residential area at 5 in the fucking morning? Does it make you feel free?

Guess what, you’re not free, from a governmental and corporate standpoint. So set off those chemical laden, carbon emitting, made in China, dog traumatizing, PTSD triggering, fire and health hazards while you swill your beer, grill your hotdogs, and wave that flag of colonialist, imperialist, corporate glory cuz that’s what is means to be free. Thousands of soldiers died, lost limbs, struggle with PTSD and/or addiction for that flag. Their families struggle with loss of income, medical costs, and the mental stress of having a family member with illness. The government loves to wax poetic about the American military service men and women, but when they come home they are served bread crumbs. Thousands of innocent children, women, and men were killed or displaced for the 1% to continue to play monopoly while the rest of us buy their bullshit, are made sick by their bullshit, and suffer for their bullshit. In fact a bull’s shit does not deserve to be associated with the psychopathic 1%.

(Deep breath.) Ah yes, pointing fingers is not the Buddhist way? Ok, I have an immense amount of compassion for these poor rich white men who choose to take their one precious life to amass imaginary power while incredible heights of peace, cooperation, intelligence, creation,and energy are at their fingertips. Poor, poor souls.

So I will spend this holiday writing,  meditating, soaking in prana from the very wet park, practicing my song for the upcoming rally to ban the bomb trains and go sustainable, wearing ear plugs, possibly numbing out on movies to distract from the heart and ass leaping, adrenal hormone spiking effects of blast after unexpected blast of explosives. Let’s purposely light explosives to see the pretty lights. Ooo! Aahh! The lights are inside and all around you– blind numbskulls.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for listening to my griping, nothing new take on it all. I sound angry, and I am; but I have many facets. Right now this is the one that’s shining (as I yawn from a sleepless night).

 

© J. Rae

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