There's gonna be fireworks

(on the Forth of July...)
So here I am, in the Snarkatronic Residence (a woman owning her own house, by herself? Horror!) , listening to my neighbors have happy parties (alcohol! Men and women in the same room! Children laughing! Cats and dogs, living together!) and much pre-testing of the copious fireworks purchases (danger! Releases all kinds of greenhouse gases, and might encourage said happy children to consider careers as Professional Exploders!) Now since it isn't dark yet the big guns haven't been deployed, but my neighbors--being unencumbered by pesky city ordinances--feel it is better to avoid the traffic and simply have our own rather nice fireworks display, right here.

And isn't it nice that in the process we are ticking off so many pompous, bloviating idiots who hate the very idea of people having fun?

We hold these truths to be self-evident,
That all men are created equal
And that they are endowed by their creator
With certain inalienable rights.
That among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

And if there's one thing that makes me happy,
Then you know that it's (ooh)
There's gonna be fireworks!