Grampy did to his complete approval a spectacular fireworks display after a wonderful family cookout and completing plans to bug out for the annual spiritual retreat. I sorted out real South Carolina fireworks on the bed of a Chevy pickup, something I have not done for five solid years. Grampy is after all the Captain Insaneo of pyrotechnics and only came out of hiding for the benefit of this last generation, to show him what it “once” was.
The evening was proceeded with fly overs of military jets, flying over Boston yet they made several passes over the suburban space I call the Apocalypse Ranch. We have this family tradition of naming spaces we call our own according to our adventures. Our vacation/spiritual retreat spot includes the chairs, the enchanted forest, the circuit, moose bones road, Tim’s road,The pitt and after the two bridges. Any member of my extended family knows exactly where these places are and each one has a wonderful adventure attached to it.
My grand finale scared my grandson a bit as a couple of misfires came close to his seated position. He looked at me with this I’m scared face but he was comforted sitting next to me and me saying these are small ones and they won’t get you.
I wondered about those highly skilled pilots in the jets, educated men, and if they knew about the corporate aspect of the gold braided flag patch they wore. Are their flying to honor their comrades in arms who fought for “freedom” or the capitalists who financed high tech Intel (Satan inside) electronic wafer fabs in carbon exempt Red China. Honestly I ask all of you. Must I teach or rather my I live long enough to impart real history upon my grandson. He will I think accept the title of Knight of the Veils.
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of escaping the cesspool that is Assachusetts and their mandatory Unicorn flu shots and junk medical insurance is proving to be, well a logistical nightmare. Calling in your unemployment benefits from three states away with your PIN number is a pain in the ass. But fuck it the Bildeberg shitheads have planned on exporting your jobs ten years ago so max out the credit cards, have a good time and die with your boots on! I shall report further upon the wonderous events of the moose chase upon my return.