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.
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