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CSotD: Post-Holiday Kvetching

I wasn’t going to revisit Trump’s state fair or run anymore July 4 cartoons, but Deering’s commentary is not only funny but thought-provoking, combining Dear Leader’s mentally-questionable assumption that the world revolves around him with the growing sense that fewer and fewer people care. He’s still got an active sucker list, but he’s losing some people who might previously have fallen for his endless con-games.

It occurred to me yesterday that we’re about to have a few years of other 250th Anniversaries, the chief of which, for me, will be the Battles of Saratoga, since I lived in the area during the 225th Anniversary. I researched Burgoyne’s campaign, visited the battlesite and wrote a 20-page tabloid handout on the campaign, which followed the route as local communities celebrated their parts.

While the newspaper and the regional chamber were planning the program, the question of merch came up. We all agreed that nobody needed another coffee mug, but what might we offer? As a joke, I suggested “Gentleman Johnny Burgoyne Farewell Tour” T-shirts and everyone laughed.

But one of the guys at the table was both a graphic designer and a passionate re-enactor, and he trotted out a few hundred shirts on behalf of the chamber.

He should have made a few thousand, because they went like hotcakes. My older brother, a history teacher in Florida, wore his every September 19 thereafter as he taught the battle, and I’ve still got mine. Haven’t seen any memorable merch from yesterday’s holiday, but we’ve got a few years and several battles yet. No idea is too silly.

As said, I’m not running more July 4 cartoons, but I don’t have to, because Toro collected an impressive collection which he posted on his Substack. He’s got a particularly keen eye for instant classics, but he shares the spotlight with several of his contemporaries, and this is well-worth a visit.

I like the idea that the Founders wanted a celebration and not just a memorial service. And, after all, the champion sausage-eaters in the coming struggle were the Hessians, many of whom stuck around after the Revolution and became solid, productive citizens. (We didn’t have ICE in those days.)

Juxtaposition of Get Over Yourself

The latest feel-good thing is crusading against fireworks, which began about a week ago and is now done for the next 51 weeks.

As noted the other day, I’m sympathetic to dogs and people with PTSD, but I’m no fan of unverified facts that fade when examined closely. Social media listings of horrible things fireworks do remind me of similar claims that domestic abuse is a major crisis on Super Bowl Sunday and that there is more crime during a full moon.

Skepticism doesn’t make me a fan of domestic abuse or crime, but I am a fan of accuracy, and this website even concedes that, if a lot of runaway dogs are named Bella and Luna, it doesn’t mean naming your dog that will cause it to run away. It means a lot of dogs are named Bella or Luna. But their stats remain dubious, since people often find their dogs without filing official reports and a lot of dogs escape repeatedly.

Mostly, however, you should do something if it matters that much to you. The dog/PTSD issue is less of a problem if you know that your town has scheduled a half-hour of fireworks at 9 p.m. on July 4. It’s more of an issue if drunken neighbors are setting off their own explosions at random times within a week either way of the holiday.

If you think inconsiderate firecrackers are an important issue, get a ban on personal possession passed and then insist that your community ramp up local enforcement.

Juxtaposition of Get Over Yourself #2

There’s something comically ironic in complaining that the Swift/Kelce marriage got too much coverage. It seems to fall under that thing about how if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.

I’m not entirely unsympathetic: One of the local convenience stores is having a clearance sale of pickle ball equipment and my response is that perhaps at long last our over-coverage nightmare is ending.

However, there are some reasons to like this particular couple, and not just because they aren’t grifting off the Middle East crisis and planning to destroy an unspoiled island in Albania. They aren’t grifting at all: They just donated $26 million to a host of charities that are about feeding poor people, particularly children.

Another is that Taylor is both a fun entertainer and a good role model. I’m hardly in her demographic, but one of my young reporters covered one of her Denver concerts and it sounded like so much fun I almost wished I’d been there and was genuinely happy that so many young kids had such a good time.

Also, I knew guys in college who appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated regularly, and I know they had issues sorting friends from fans. I like that both Taylor and Travis have been in the spotlight enough that they can just be lovers and live their life together on a level they share and understand. A little Bogey and Bacall is good for the world.

Anyway, Here’s a solution for people who can’t stand hearing about them: You should give $27 million to fight hunger. Beat’em by one!

Juxtaposition of Get Over Yourself #3

I’m not a fan of our governor, but she did veto one of those stupid bathroom bills, which is probably good, since I was planning to start publicly verifying my compliance by dropping trou before entering any public restroom.

The war on trans people is a depressing display of self-righteous bigotry, and the battle to keep an occasional trans girl from playing sports is not just hateful but stunningly stupid, given the lack of frequency with which it comes up and how rare it then is for such a thing to have any genuine impact.

And we’re mostly talking about high school sports, ferchrissake. A week after the season ends, who cares?

This idiocy is a sign of ignorant sexual dysfunction among throwbacks and witch-burners.

Mike Peterson has posted his "Comic Strip of the Day" column every day since 2010. His opinions are his own, but we welcome comments either agreeing or in opposition.

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  1. Waiting for the local village fireworks to start (very good show) I checked with Dad how the family pets fared during July 4 displays. Lady, the collie, would manage to hide behind the toilet in the first floor bathroom somehow. Gina, his current cat, who has absolutely no interest in going outdoors, likes to sit on the window sill — better yet, in the enclosed upstairs porch — to watch the golf course fireworks.

    1. My daughter’s pup hates car rides, especially if I’m driving…I assume because if he gets in with me it either means the vet or the groomer. He has great hearing…the sound of a car just turning into the driveway totally alerts him to something exciting happening. But he doesn’t give a hoot about fireworks; he generally slept through them last night. He’s a sweetie.

      1. We need to ban cars.

  2. If you think inconsiderate firecrackers are an important issue, get a ban on personal possession passed and then insist that your community ramp up local enforcement.

    We think they’re important enough in Utah to have a statewide ban on using them this year, but paranoid enough of government regulation to still have enormous fireworks tents in every grocery store parking lot. So, maybe they’re just a self defense material, like guns. Insisting on regulation on anything that might kill people or impinge on property rights is a doomed proposition in the small towns in this state. We also consider taxation, even with representation, to be the greatest infringement on freedom possible, so we have NO enforcement.
    And we have a 96,000 acre forest fire destroying the tallest mountain range in our area for the foreseeable future, with another 200,000 acres on fire elsewhere in the state, with many others competing for firefighter attention in our neighboring states. Many of these are within striking range of our national parks.

    Also, despite how great Deering’s cartoon is, in reality Trump would have his ass sticking out of the kissing booth, and there would be a line of red hatters and sleazy businessman/oligarchs lined up to kiss it.

    1. “then insist that your community ramp up local enforcement”

      1. Minnesota is a state where no fireworks that explode or fly into the air are allowed.
        Wisconsin allows the sale of mortars and skyrockets to Minnesotans….but bars their sale to Wisconsinites without written consent from local authorities.
        A few years ago, the sheriffs from the two states (after some very serious fireworks accidents) decided on enforcement action: the Wisconsin officers would take down the license plate numbers of Minnesota vehicles whose drivers were shopping at Wisconsin fireworks stores.
        Minnesota officers would stop those drivers as they crossed the border.
        The effort lasted one weekend. Dozens of arrests were made. One car with a trunk filled with fireworks exploded on an interstate bridge (fortunately, no injuries).
        The following Monday: the feces hit the fan. The enforcement was never duplicated.

      2. My community is a big city; every year emergency services put out the word to not call 911 about fireworks unless something has actually caught fire.
        Instead, all July ’tis the season for the neighborhood social media to be full of complaints and the year-round classic “what was that noise?”
        (In August we mix it up with the “Blue Angels: Good or Bad” debate)

  3. I’ve often been amused by the defining silence regarding transgendered men. I guess they don’t matter in the general scheme of things. It makes me wonder if there’s more than a few Christian males out there who are terrified regarding what they may find themselves picking up at the local watering hole on a Saturday night.

    This got a bit personal over the past few years since I’ve been a good friend and major support person for a trans male. Who was born the daughter of my oldest friend in Virginia and long term motorcycle mechanic. Who (with his wife) disowned the kid and cut him off completely once he began to transition. (Yes, they’re very religious Evangelical Christians.)

    Happiness is staying on good terms with all parties involved. Frustration is trying to figure out the reasoning.

    1. Because the Almighty Righties can’t play the “protect the poor, defenseless female women creatures” card to fearmonger about transmen, and just pretend they don’t exist instead. That’s it, all the bogus attacks don’t work on their gullible flock when talking about an AFAB person in male-only spaces.

    2. This is something that has stuck out like a sore thumb ever since this “Trans Panic” mania started: all the outrage is always, nearly without exception, over transwomen. Whether it be “men in women’s restrooms” or “men in women’s sports” never ONCE do you hear anyone complain about transmen.

      So yeah, even their anti-trans bigotry is deeply sexist.

  4. Yeah, yeah, 250 years, rah-rah-whatever… I recently drank in Sean’s Bar, a pub in Athlone Ireland, that has been there serving drinks for over 1,100 years. Wake me when this silliness is over.

    1. About half my ancestors left Ireland because this place was better. There’s nothing silly about a functioning democracy and some of us are willing to make it happen again.

  5. Dogs in my neighborhood had a complex choice to make last night, as while the fireworks echoes created thunderous booms over the golf-course buildings between 9:15-9:30, we were hit by thunderstorms with thunder AND lightning creating an inharmonious cacophony between 9:20-9:45, which must have been unpleasant for the observers around the lake who had to choose between getting soaked and trying to sort out the fake fireworks from nature’s own lightshow…in addition to any risks of being struck.

    Trump.

    1. Me and Ivory Soap — 99.9% pure.

      1. That’s a massive exaggeration: make that 99.44% and I’ll believe you. 😉

  6. Could the sale and use of personal fireworks be the answer to that old conundrum “there’s no cure for stupidity”?

  7. I didn’t even know they had gotten married until everyone started complaining about it.

  8. For what it’s worth, yesterday, 04.07.2026, every half hour on SR Antenne Saar and SWR Aktuell, there was news about the Taylor Swift wedding.

    Not sure what to make of that. Is Swift that popular? Or our president and politics that unpopular? With the rest of the world, that is.

    SR and SWR are German radio stations that I listen to most of the time. Along with Radio Swiss Classic. And when everybody gets too political, I turn to WWV (especially since CHU just signed off the air last month).

  9. Lightweight fireworks are legal in Arizona only on New Year’s Eve and the Fourth. For years, I have used the amount of fireworks to judge the neighborhoods confidence in the future. It ranged from so-so to non-stop. Last night there was almost nothing.

  10. “get a ban on personal possession passed and then insist that your community ramp up local enforcement.”
    Reminds me of Dear Leader blaming the entire West Coast for wildfires because we didn’t rake our forests. Victim-blaming is never a solution. The Lake Chelan fire was caused by hooligans tossing firecrackers from a van while driving down country roads. Of course we have bans. It’s enforcement that is the nightmare.

    1. We should give up. It’s too hard to pass petitions around, show up for city council meetings, register voters and write letters to the editor. As Phil Ochs sang, “Demonstrations are a drag; Besides, we’re much too high. And I’m sure it wouldn’t interest anybody outside of a small circle of friends.”

  11. As a survivor of some very minor early women’s sports battles it seems to me that the people now declaring they are defending women’s sports were the same ones losing their sh*t about women’s sports when we wanted to start interscholastic girls basketball in 1971.

  12. Absolutely EVERYTHING about gender and sexuality are continua in vertebrates, and that includes in people. Yes, there are more common conditions like XY males and XX females, but there are other variations, some genetic such as males fetuses who are unable to respond to the triggers to vary from the original more female fetal form, some with other endocrinological variations, some chimeric, some with externally imposed changes. Basically, some people are more of a mix or can be born with external features which do not match the usual form for their genetics.

    Heck, in some other vertebrates gender is temperature dependent, or can even alter depending on population pressures. Seriously, some fish change gender during their lives.

    So, when gender itself is a continuum, why does it surprise people that gender identity and sexual attraction are also continua throughout the vertebrates? If someone in the most typical “normal” group of straight female, like i am, can learn about such realities, why can’t others bother to learn?

    We all have both androgens and estrogens. The estrogens are the more ancient of the two groups and are used in more ways, including for brain function, but androgens are very useful as well and as a muscular female i appreciate having a naturally high level, and that our bodies can convert those hormones into each other depending on needs and personal characteristics.

    There have been excellent texts on these topics for over a half century. This is nothing new fangled.

    1. Developmentally, i an fine with a genetic male who developed with female form before puberty competing in sports as a female, but one who transitioned after puberty can have an unfair advantage.

      I’d like to see more gender-independent sports in which anyone can compete, rather than just male and female sports.

  13. “Them that mind other folk’s business ain’t got no business of their own.” It must be nice to have that much spare time. I have enough trouble tending to my own patch.

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