A Country's Birthday Musings

 

You know the holiday weekend was low key when one of its highlights was filling up Artoria's gas tank with at least eight gallons of fuel to earn 2,500 points in the Chevron app. In plain English, this translates to getting 50 cents off per gallon for the next five visits. Based on my traditional driving habits, I'll get deeply discounted gas for the rest of the summer.

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Bolt Man wants to return to Amerrricuhhhh... fuck yeah!

We're discussing putting together the old crew again. Bert is likely selling his place within a year. I'm browsing condo listings for a possible short term purchase. The idea is for all of us to live within a half hour's drive of each other so we can easily get together for barbecues and drunken golf rounds like we did in the old days.

None of us are going to live forever, and it's questionable if any of us will make it another twenty years. That's why I'm eager to jump on board with this idea.

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I suffered from a bit of a malaise this past week. I've come to the conclusion I'm fed up with America's Costliest City, and I look forward to the day when I can leave.

Driving used to be one of my favorite ways to relax, but it's no fun when you can't go more than a couple of days without some jackass cutting you off and then hitting the brakes.

A local HOA fined its residents $100 for flying American flags. You're literally a Nazi if you think you can get away with that in a military town.

Our city's holiday celebration was a glorified DEI event. The Fourth of July should bring us all together for a common cause -- America. 

Our baseball team turns every minority group into a merch giveaway. I despise that shameless pandering almost as much as the current eight game losing streak. 

Yeah, I could use a change of scenery.