I’m linking the archive.is version of this pathetic bleat, not because the original is paywalled but because I just can’t bring myself to link to a site caled Treehugger.com.
I will state this up front: I hate fireworks. They are loud and they are dangerous and they are polluting and they scare my dogs and my kids and me. This year, I hate them more than ever; for reasons nobody quite understands, they are ubiquitous weeks before the Fourth of July. According to Gothamist, noise complaints related to fireworks in New York City are up a crazy 4,000% over last year. But it’s not just New York; according to the Associated Press, “They’ve become a nightly nuisance ringing out from Connecticut to California, angering sleep-deprived residents and alarming elected officials.”
This is all after a dream-time when some urbanists fantasized that we would learn from the lockdown and appreciate the quiet streets and clean air. Instead, some say the boom in fireworks is all about making noise and blowing off steam after being locked inside.
The rest of this mincing mess of an article is every bit as gallingly pussified as you would expect. Apparently, Pajama Boy has had all sense of shame edited right out of his wretched DNA, and is incapable of being embarrassed by his own public admission of mewling spinelessness. All that soy, probably.
On the bright side, sort of, if wretched pantywaists like this “guy” had been all America That Was had to storm the beaches at Normandy on D-Day, we would surely have averted the current stupid rhubarb over the national anthem, at least. It would be Deutschland Über Alles.