A few musings before all the booms

We have reached that time of year when pyromaniacs and adrenaline junkies love to light things on fire and make them go boom. It doesn’t matter where and it doesn’t matter when, if they want to do it, they’re going to do it as was evidenced last night in my neighborhood. Your fun fireworks resulted in me having to drug my dog and spend an hour comforting him to try to get him to stop shaking.

I’m going out of town this year on the fourth in the hopes of escaping the annual festival called “Let’s turn our neighborhood into Berlin 1944.”

But a couple musings for those of you who like to light off fireworks, before you make them go boom. Those neighborhood dogs you profess to care about, think about how terrified they are right now. The veterans that you claim every year on Memorial Day and Veterans Day to honor, clearly you honor them by not caring about the PTSD they suffer with and the fireworks that do not make it any better.

See, I don’t think your lighting off fireworks has anything to do with you being patriotic or showing your pride for your country. You just like to make things go boom. You like pretty lights in the sky with loud bangs. You may even go to church and claim to love thy neighbor. I guess you love them by turning the neighborhood into a war zone every year.

Happy Fourth of July!

Chandra Jordan

Marion