Well it was all go here, a neat small town parade, what's not to love, handing out kiddy Bibles, prayer cards and candy and waving or saluting all the patriots on parade. Quite a collection, Fire Brigade, Police, Veterans, several squadrons of mounted cav, vintage cars, including 2 Corvettes(!) from the church, collectible tractors and all 'round good fun.
Oh, there was an aged Democrat float too, which threw out candy to eager children. "Don't touch that," hissed a young Mother to her innocent child, "It has COVID or some weird flea-borne disease." I agreed with her, ever the thoughtful Pastor, and cautioned the toddler accordingly.
So Mission #1 represented and it was a beautiful thing. You gotta love a small town parade and, let's be honest, the day itself. Here we are, celebrating this country's 250th birthday. No small thing by any reckoning. And to all you Marxists and killjoy Rainbow Puritans? Take your miserable insanity somewhere else, like New York, Austin, Oregon or San Francisco.
But let's leave on an uplifting note, here's LL: "Celebration reinforces joy and our joy and our hope defines us. It clarifies who we are and what we hold sacred." Well said, turn that frown upside down.
Happy 4th, Punters,
LSP
