I’m about to mount a bike flying a Gadsden to follow my son on his own through a parade to throw candy to the local kids. With a Glock on my belt, flask of bourbon in my pocket, and roman candles in the trunk of the car for later. Then to a barbeque. And a final stop to watch the town rock the mountains with fireworks. Because freedom, that’s why. America is far from perfect, but it is still the brightest beacon of hope for liberty in the entire world.
By the way, Mayor Bloomberg, I will light some extra sparklers for you: