Notorious F-o-J

and that one neighbor

Well, well, well, look who it is, the notorious F-o-J.

How do I know this?

I know this because the cul-de-sac has that One Neighbor.

One Neighbor doesn’t understand irony.

One Neighbor voted for a crypto-pehdo-raypee-fascist and yet still…STILL…donates thousands of buckaroos to the good folk at China Corp for the pleasure of setting off an absolute ass-ton of pyrotechnics, and has been doing so for the past week and a half because city ordinances here are on the side of freedoms. Memories of Sarajevo come to mind. Or, you know, more recent conflicts paid for with tax dollars.

Nobody in the sac likes this fellow, and this fellow likes it that way. He’s trying to prove something. We’re not sure what, exactly, because he’s nuts and thrives off of getting attention. Attention means he is proving something. He gobbles attention like some kind of vampire, and it’s best to let such creatures starve and wither.

Well, last night he did indeed get some attention, in this case from the weather gods, who absolutely dumped a few hundred olympic-sized swimming pools-worth of water upon the sac. One Neighbor’s last, triumphant gasp against the inevitable shutdown of operations was a solitary and flaccid firecracker thrown at the sky in some mock kind of defiance just after midnight. Gone were the inflatable float kiddie pools for drinking beer in. The event-tent had to be shoved up next to his garage for some tiny bit of protection. It’s all very sad.

We’re kind of over F-o-J here. It has some rather bitter-fruit connotations that shouldn’t be ignored. However we are for picnics and bbqs and hanging out with fam and friends. Kids running around snot-nosed with sparklers and a hot dog is fun. Do we actually need a holiday to just do that? Especially since supposedly this holiday was about throwing off tyranny because of taxation, and the tax on those fireworks is likely to have been rather high…and do I really want my tax dollars paying for a neo-schutzstaffel? The irony…it burns like a fuse on an M-80.

I’ll be setting out some small tokens of gratitude to the powers that be for that delightful dumping of water, beneath the boughs of the tree holding the corner of this townhouse up. A celebration of the support that comes from unexpected allies. We do, indeed, have allies everywhere, we just sometimes need to see with different eyes. I have to thank One Neighbor for letting me see that in real time, and giving me a chance to belly laugh in honor of the gods.