From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com   
      
   My fellow Americans, I hope that while you await the evening fireworks, you do   
   as I do and throw a nice neighborhood picnic.  Invite your church buddies,   
   your work buddies, your beer-drinkin' buddies, and if you have some, your Rush   
   buddies!   
      
   We're havin' a picnic in my backyard at the moment.  We're grillin burgers,   
   dogs, steaks and brats (I don't mean the liberal down the street's kids).  We   
   got four coolas of Bud Lite set up and the rock'n'roll's blarin.  It's hot out   
   -- that's what all    
   the cases of Bud Lite's for.  Lotta long beards and shiny bald heads on   
   display...   
      
   And as we gorge ourselves and the belching contests continue (I got a feeling   
   I'm gonna wish I invested in an outhouse) we await America's fireworks   
   celebration.  Our town puts on a big show, invests quite a bit of money in   
   it.  Friends, this is America.   
      
   But as I approach my 10th or 12th Bud Lite, a little belligerence kicks in   
   against the evil doers who bring crime to my country.  I'm sure Neil, as he   
   sips (or guzzles; this IS America) Macallan # 4, feels exactly the same.   
      
   You know what my IDEAL firework would be?   
      
   An ATOMIC FREAKIN BOMB!  Dropped on Mexico!  That'll teach them the power of   
   our God -- and put a stop to their sending over rapists and drug dealers!     
      
   Joe "Spiritual Not Religious" M.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)