While RHP was being updated... I am watching through my office window the grand fireworks of freedom. < three hundred thousand dollars worth... all given privately>
Only in Utah.
We start celebrating tonight... the victory of our young dead. Those willing and able to fight for the idea of freedom.
We lament. We cry. We see what they have done and are glad. Yet sad.
We see the pretty lights and the explosions in the air.
We think only of these wonderful young patriots. Especially those who have died fighting evil.
We shake hands with them and their families. We know evil. And how to fight it. We thank you, our warriors against evil.
So for eight days and nights... we silly hayseeds will celebrate freedom. Because of the galant heroism of our proud... and honorable... dead.