Patriot Games

[featherynscale]

It is worth noting that of all of the denizens of EHQ, triadruid is arguably the most patriotic. This is to say that he a)works for the government and b)owns a t-shirt which says "America" on it, which he wears on Flag Day, Independence Day, and other related holidays. The household in general acknowledges that there are distinct advantages to living in the States over living in a number of other countries, but still is of the opinion that there are also a number of ways in which inhabitants of other realms have it over us, especially since our "us" tends to fall on the left side of the aisle with regards to things like, oh, whether or not women and homosexual people are actually people, that sort of thing.

Lack of particular patriotism on the parts of the other 2/3rds of the house notwithstanding, we did do our patriotic duty last night by blowing the shit out of some Chinese-manufactured fireworks, which apparently symbolizes our ideological victory as capitalists over the godless commies, or something (the color of the chocolate reminds us of the color of the wood of the cross...) Of course, being of a fairly commie bent ourselves (though never godless), we are open to other possible interpretations. We also felt exceedingly patriotic about the event because we spent a fair portion of our festivities being on the lookout for cop cars. Nothing makes you grateful for your freedom like looking out for the cops.

It is also worth noting that at one point during the weekend, kittenpants was observed to sing "She's a Grand Old Flag". Assertions that the aforementioned "flag" actually referred not to Old Glory but to the concept of a man in a sarong with an erection (a different sort of glory, really) will surely be dismissed as the baseless rumors they must be.

Comments

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

So, how does the Chaos Hound take to the fireworks? Miss Sierra Puppy alternated between cowering and trying to attack them. She certainly did not appreciate them one little bit.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

It's entirely possible that at one or more points in the experience that he actually went into the doghouse to escape. He is a famous wuss in the face of fireworks -- when he lived in the apartment north of the river with me, he would get into the bathtub and put his paws over his head when things went boom.

Marley J. Gangler, on the other hand, seems to want to eat the fireworks, and had to be forcibly restrained in the Turner Kitchen during part of the proceedings.