We Lost a Lot of Good Men on the 4th

Maimed has always seemed to be the appropriate punishment for the crime of ignorance. On the 4th of July when gunpowder is added to the moron equation, killed is what you get.

[In Calais, Maine] a young man who was drinking and celebrating the Fourth of July tried to launch a firework [mortar tube] off the top of his head, fatally injuring himself, authorities said Sunday.

No reason to name him. Shame doesn’t get you far when you’re dead. He was killed instantly from the explosion. Roman candle and you probably live to tell everybody about how got that wicked looking scar on your head and you didn’t feel a thing. Maine only recently legalized the sale of fireworks because they figured they could make money moving product to all the out-of-staters trying to find Stephen King’s house. Also, Vermont was taking all the weed money. State governments these days are running numbers and earning off drug and explosives sales much like the Hezbollah. We need to start separating people on the 4th based on predilection for drinking or fire. Alcohol to your right, those fascinated with explosives to your left. Never the twain shall meet. Certainly not on some poor shmuck’s head.

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