My Airshow Dilemma

I am torn between being all about peace and being completely in awe of anything ridiculously large and metal that can defy gravity so awesomely.

I don't pay to go to the airshow, nor do I spend money on parking downtown or on vendors or on airshow paraphernalia.

But I sure as shit do enjoy sitting out on my roof or at a park and gawking at them each time one explodes the air into noise or arcs gracefully through the blue.

Why?

Because I like planes.

Nothing more complicated than that.

I like 'em the way kids like 'em. They are awesome. And they make me point and go OOOOOH.

I still don't like George W. though. And I don't shave my pits.

That's un-American enough, right?

*Sheepishly waving sparklers and making my red-white-and-blue pasties spin*

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