tomorrow, i'll be having a cookout and getting drunk as hell with the neighbors, shooting bottle rockets at the arabs across the street, and before that watching about four hours of Cops. i almost wish they'd televise the guys who chase down domestic terrorists, but that'd probably be a risk to national security. you know, if you're dead, you can't enjoy top notch entertainment.
after all that, i'm going to finish out the night with some drunken letters to journalists (read: traitors) at the new york times. me and my boys at michelle malkin's blog have some plans for those motherfuckers.
my favorite firework display in recent memory:


would that francis scott key might have had such a spectacle to inspire him.
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