Oddly enough, it’s from San Fransisco.
This country was founded on blowing stuff up, and 231 years later it continues to be the thing that we do best. And yet in the past few decades, almost every Bay Area municipality has banned the use of fireworks within city limits. It’s like we don’t even want to be Americans anymore.
I see two choices: Either we all start learning to speak French, or we bring the Bay Area back to the stocked-with-fireworks glory that we all enjoyed in the 1970s and 1980s.
Read the whole thing. Of course, last night I saw some great stuff my neighbors sent up, and it’s only going to get better, because I don’t live in San Fransisco. My cats didn’t appreciate it, but I did.
Not So Fast 