What day is it?
It seems there should be something important and commemorative about the day. Yes, I know why the dog and I hid under the bed last night from the bangs and sizzles and tonight will be worse. There was the idiot next door that had to blast away a gross of M-80's when midnight hit. But, we can discuss the date. If you don't want to take my word for it, how about John Adams — yes, that John Adams.
But the Day is past. The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America.— I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.
You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not.—I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States.—Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will tryumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.
John and I share a timing problem. He was almost right. My read was right two hands back and now I look like Fido's backside.
John's use of caps was ahead of its time. He should have saved them up to name high tech companies. You can be high tech unless you are HiTech. And, we can't just be Poker Stars — eliminate spaces John and you are golden.
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