Today is America’s 238th birthday. In my neck of the woods the weather is going to be sunny with low humidity. Last night we were getting rain from Hurricane Arthur, but this morning the sun came up with the promise of glorious weather to celebrate our independence.
Our fellow countrymen in Murrieta, CA rose up last week to turn away busloads of illegal immigrants that were slated to be dumped there by federal authorities. It was reminiscent of that day on Manhattan Island when General George Washington and his weary troops marched toward the Battery to oversee the evacuation of Loyalists. As the Redcoats and their sympathizers rowed out to the ships that would take them away, an American sailor clambered up the flagpole atop Fort George and pulled down the Royal Ensign and replaced it with the Stars and Stripes. Moments later the wind caught it and the soldiers cheered as the American flag once again flew overhead.
We are a great nation. The fact that a huge number of Democrats and independents have now come to realize that The World’s Most Dangerous Community Organizer is the worst president since World War II—a span of 70 years—and the prairie fire of rebellion against the flood of moochers crossing the border illegally is reaching a fevered pitch heartens me.
So Casa de Curmudgeon is plowing ahead with its annual Fourth of July Block Party. The deck is appropriately decorated for the occasion. The fireworks were purchased weeks ago and I finally installed outdoor speakers. My guests will be able to enjoy tunes as I dip into the old jukebox for some summer gold tunes.
I made a run to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for the Hemingway Hamburger. A guy on the radio was talking about it the other day on my way into work. I looked up the recipe and I’m pretty jazzed about making them for my guests. We’ll also enjoy the savory delights of lobster tails and shrimp on the barbie along with all the obligatory accoutrements. For dessert there will be blueberry and apple pies and homemade peach ice cream hand-churned on my old White Mountain ice cream freezer.
I hope everyone has a happy, healthy and safe Fourth. God bless America and God bless all three of my faithful readers.