My brother's subdivision in East Helena is where I usually enjoy my Independence Day festivities. His neighbor owns a local restaurant/casino, and does quite well. The family spend somewhere between six and ten thousand dollars on fireworks every year. I'd say the whole subdivision spends 150-200k every year. Last night was like a trench in France, 1917. I started getting shellshocked about 11pm, after several hours of bombardment. Shells going off everywhere constantly. Pretty cool to see for some hours but a bit too much. Some of the neighborhood dogs take some weeks to recover. I did yearn for a chain gun or some artillery listening to it all. No joggers or nignogs or pinkos or black-clad mask wearers within some miles, I'm sure.
MURICA, FUUCK YEAH!!!
