Explosive Birthday Aftermath – Thoughts from July 2 and 4, 2023

July 2, 2023

As birthdays go, this is one of the most recent ones. That’s right, I’m the big five three today. Because I exhausted all my vacation time in Jamaica, I couldn’t take today off. I’m at work, but it’s not so bad. My place of work is where people come on their vacations. I’ve tried to bring up my birthday in most of the conversations I’ve had. If they ask why I’m at work on my birthday, I get to talk about our trip to Jamaica. It’s win win. Now that I’m a social butterfly, I enjoy talking to people more than I ever have. I’m not the miserable complainer that I was when I started writing my Thoughts papers.

It’s been awhile since I’ve talked about gross things so … Quest, the thirteen year old cat, has been sleeping on the printer in my office. It’s an awkward place to sleep. There is a sheet feeder that makes it uneven and I constantly see her paws slipping on the smooth plastic. One day, I was going into my office and I could smell the problem before I saw it. In the area just below where she was lying, I could see (and smell) a poo. I took her to a litter box in case she needed to go more. She did. This time, it was urine. I went back to the printer with cleaning wipes. As I was cleaning, the poo went into different crevices and I wondered if I was making it worse. For days, I still smelled the smell. I eventually put a towel on the printer. She avoided going to the printer at first, but she accepted it after a while.

Pyro is going off right now in honor of my birthday. It reminds me that the Fourth of July is in two days. It does this every year after my birthday. That means even more fireworks. They haven’t been as bad around our house since they increased the fine for setting off fireworks in our area. The worst is when they are super close to our house. It pisses off Patti and me, scares the cats, and reminds us we have A-holes for neighbors. I only hope that they lose a limb or two when they’re setting them off. It’s only when something serious happens to them they might learn their lesson and quit being A-holes.

July 4, 2023

Here we are. It’s July 4^th in America. It’s the day we prove God doesn’t exist. Only a non-existent God would allow the worst humans to celebrate how their ancestors stole land from the natives and later declared no new entry to most other people. The song God Bless America is the battle cry of these hateful Christian Americans to chant at their pyrotechnic hate rallies. As we all know, only Christians are real Americans. They also celebrate all the battles that Americans have fought against foreigners. Can you tell that this is my favorite holiday?

I don’t hate Americans. In fact, I don’t hate anything or anyone. I just don’t like Americans who hate non-Americans. People who live their lives believing in supernatural beings who give them justifications to be racist, sexist, homophobic, and hateful people are not people I want in my life. I have them in my life already. I just don’t want them in my life. The happiness people feel today will turn into the violence toward non-Christian Americans tomorrow. I always thought I didn’t like all crowds, but I think I’ve mainly been around hateful American crowds. We’re not all hateful Americans, just most of us.

Keeping things close to home, fireworks scare pets all over America. Our cats were hiding out from the fireworks. A coworker said that someone’s cat would puke when they got too worked up from the explosions. Animals don’t hear explosions regularly. They have no idea what’s going on. All they know is loud noises are coming from outside. Whatever can make that kind of noise must be big and angry. If these good Americans love their pets, they have a different definition of love than the one I’ve heard of. The people who set off these illegal fireworks don’t care about other people, their pets, or their neighbors’ homes.