This weekend was the Fourth of July. Americans for over two centuries have celebrated the Fourth with a number of festivities, from pie eating or water melon eating contests to watching a display of fireworks to grilling out to firing off your own fireworks.
When I was young, I remember Lou and Bobbie Hall coming over to my parents’ house to celebrate. Lou enjoyed lighting small fireworks with his cigar, which seemed to never burn down or burn out.
Putting the dogs inside the house about noon on the Fourth was standard practice as well, so the fireworks were silenced compared to being outdoors. Andy, our Jack Russell was different. He actually enjoyed watching the display once the sun went down.
This year we went to what has become our standard hangout on the Fourth. It is always a good party with hundreds of people attending. And this year was no different.
As we pulled into the compound, we were asked within a couple of minutes to help with the fireworks display (my son has become a favored son to the owners of the compound and they always have some type of volunteer work to do).
We enjoyed talking with several friends, had a portion (or three) of the pig they had roasted, and went back to socializing until dusk. Typically at dusk, paratroopers skydive into the compound with flags or red, white and blue smoke streamers. Unfortunately, the ceiling for the jump was a short 800 feet and the shortest jump allowed by the FAA is 1200 feet. Cancel the paratroopers.
About nine o’clock, an hour until the laser light as well as fireworks display, we had a heavy rain for about 10 minutes. It was enough to wet the fuses of a number of the fireworks, so although the show went on, several did not light.
Someone (not my son) had the brainstorm idea of lighting the entire box of fireworks and let it burn, As the fire got to a drive fuse, it would light, sending the skyrockets to their doom. But, there was no planned timing of ignition, as it depended on when the fire got to a dry wick.
I was across the field from the fireworks and wondered why there were several small campfire-like fires burning near where they were setting off the fireworks. Bottom line – we got our fireworks, but not in a planned fashion as there were lulls of up to a minute before the fire found another dry fuse.
The good thing was no one went home burnt anywhere and everyone went home with the number of fingers they had arrived with.
Quite a bit of life is like that. Your plans get rained on so try as you might, they don’t have the effect they should have.
Let’s face it. We’ve had quite a few plans rained on in early 2020. From the plandemic to turning off the world’s economy to manufacturing money like it was paper to more, many of our desires and plans and work is taking a lot more effort than it did prior to 2020.
Changing from a free-market capitalist economy to a centrally controlled economy is one of the largest storms out there, as it began slowly in 1913 when real money became Federal Reserve notes. Whether you like it or not, it is a planned progression to take the liberty which was the foundation of the United States and turn it into an oligarchy.
How do you thrive with these massive changes? How does your family and friends prosper when it seems there’s so many walls to get around, much like an never-ending maze?
I’ve found the way. I detail it in my book, Prospering In A Socialist Society. You’ll learn why socialism is another name from an oligarchy. You’ll see how various individuals thrived in such difficult circumstances. And you’ll recognize the simple truth on how to prevent socialism from crushing your freedom.
It’s all here… https://TedLeithart.com/prospering-in-a-socialist-society/
