Beer is bad for you. There are warnings on the label. Sheesh, didn’t you read them? 
I don’t care about fireworks anymore, but as long as they don’t set anything on fire and they cease by the time they are supposed to, I don’t really care either. And I’d vote againest any attempt to ban them(Hell, I’d go out and buy them if they attempted to ban them).
If they keep it up outside legal hours, call the cops.
Christmas lights and even booze-soaked holiday puddings don’t explode over days. Even beer has its immediate and delayed explosive qualities but they don’t last for fucking ever…or at least not without self-limiting (and very locally contained) consequences to the imbiber.
It’s 2:00 a.m. here, and I have to be back up, bright-eyed and ready to tackle a new work week, in four and half freakin’ hours. But every time I start to nod off, a patriotic barrage against hallucinated chimera–Iraquis, British, Klingons, whatever-- sputters into action again.
The Fourth holiday is OVER. Passed. History. The globe has turned. Calendar pages have flipped. If a sparkly-boomer thing hasn’t exploded, it’s a cosmic sign to leave it the fuck alone already.
I hate people.
Wait. Isn’t beer the one that will blow my fingers off? I think I read that label somewhere.
Other than setting the property of innocents on fire and injuries thereto, I view fireworks as an excellent tool for culling the herd.
Guess you’ll be sleeping extra well tomorrow then, huh? Sympathy check - nope, still not pinging the meter.
Well! That’s the last time I depend on B grade movies to further my cultural studies. I’ll bet all French men aren’t trying to get a green card by pretending to be married to a snotty American and there never was a fat German boy stuck in the pipes at the candy factory. What else are the movie studios lying to us about?
Next I’ll find out there aren’t any werewolves in London!
[sup]Platypus aren’t real are they?[/sup]
What’s this ‘sleeping well tomorrow’ thing. This IS tomorrow. My brain will shut down and eyes droop from pure exhaustion by 10 a.m.
I LIKE fireworks, especially the bright-as-daylight, phosphorescent ones that go off with a boom that makes the innards tremble and leave an after-image on the eye. But not sporadically, for three freakin’ days in a row.
Gad, I need sleep.
I just don’t get it, I guess. Do you guys live in a tent? Are they setting off shaped charges outside your bedroom? Does a gnat’s burp tear you from a sound sleep? I just can’t imagine firecrackers keeping me awake.
It is one day a year you God-damne commie. Suck it up.
Actually, more to the point, if it’s gotten to the point that you think the whole thing is way past reasonable levels and times for celebration, why the heck aren’t you on the phone with the cops?
Well see, this is what happens when we abolish the draft, folks forget how to sleep when the rockets get all red and glary and stuff. If you are under 40 years old and can’t opperate for 48 hours, you need to go back to boot camp ya wimps…
Wait until it is your sick kid or a parent that is dying slow and hard… You gonna gripe about that too?
Loud Harley’s, fireworks, TV adds and it seems like all the gripping comes from the generation that blew it’s eardrums off with boom boxes and sub woofers… ::: sheesh ::::: bunch of whinny babies…
*:: if you don’t see the sarcasm and tongue in cheek, (sorta) that is your problem … suck it up … :: * 
This guy beat you to it, but managed not to win a Darwin Award in the process. link (not safe for work)
Around here, it was surprisingly quiet. I guess the usual miscreants didn’t make it to South of the Border this year.
I strongly disagree with the OP, on the basis of an excellent argument :
Fireworks are good. Magnificent. Beautiful. Sublime. Awesome. Enthralling.
It’s an eternal truth. It has been so since the dawn of times (that is : since my very first memory which is a 3 yo me watching a firework).
“And God said, Let there be fireworks: and there were fireworks. And God saw the fireworks, that they were good: and God divided the fireworks from the darkness. And the evenings and the mornings were the 4th of July and the 14th of July”
Good fireworks are awe inspiring and all the other adjectives you used. Cheap shitty fireworks are just loud and bright. Guess which one the drunks down the road were using.
That must be from the Book of Armaments, 1:4-5.
Professional fireworks displays are chock full of oohs and aahs. Amateur displays tend to be too random to appreciate, and fully deserving of this thread’s ranting.
If our forefathers had had any sense they would have declared independance from England before the school year was over with. I’d put forth a guess that most late night revelers aren’t those with a job to go to today but, more likely, are our youth on summer vacation.
Buncha procrastinatin’ forefathers. I blame Franklin.
Same here. And there was a place up the road selling artillery-shell style fireworks to the public, so they’re playing with more then roman candles. Almost non-stop. For the last two nights.
Two words: Ear Plugs.
Since my neighbor decided that he needed 4 pit bulls, I wasn’t able to sleep at all. Those dogs bark most of the night. Every night. I got tired of calling the cops and just got some ear plugs. I honestly sleep better than I did before the dogs.
Last night the rebellion was in full force when I went to bed, I even saw a few pretty good flashes before I dozed off for an entire night of beautiful, relaxing slumber.
I feel fuckin’ GREAT this morning!
My neighbor’s kids (college guys) started their nonsense on July 3. Every twenty minutes I heard “incoming!” (joke got old- oh, the second time I heard it) and then barrage of Roman candles etc.
Thing is-two things. 1. I had to get up and go to work the next day (up at 0500) and 2. we had had no rain at that point for over 2 weeks and they were setting these off UNDER trees (they’re not the brightest boys). Third thing-they are the Fire Chief’s children.
So, I called the cops. Yep-I narced 'em out. If my house now burns to the ground and the fire dept does not respond, I’ll know why…
Seriously, I don’t mind the revelry (sp?) on the Fourth–just SHUT UP ALREADY!