It's New Year's Eve at midnight and I am aware of how much I detest fireworks. All over Miami, birds are dying, dogs are panicking, cats are in fear and all kinds of other animals are absolutely terrified so that people can look up in the sky and oooh and aaah at expensive displays of the same pyrotechnics they've seen every year. But the loud and frightful sounds aren't all fireworks. In this backward city, they are also guns being fired into the air by pseudo-macho morons (who equate bullets with balls) and often falling to earth to injure of kill anyone stupid enough to be outside during this madness. Why noises that sound like bombs exploding are so appealing to so many is beyond me. It seems like New Year's is just an excuse for vandals to wander the street ghoulishly amused as destroying property, injuring people, and, what I consider the worst of the fireworks crimes, frightening animals. Though it will offend many, I feel about fireworks the same way I feel about toreadors being gored during a bullfight. I am absolutely delighted when I hear that the costly pyrotechnics display exploded prematurely causing all sorts of physical damage and depriving gathered audience the joy of gaping in awe, or that some idiotic teen lost his finger for holding on to a firecracker too long.
Early reports (pardon the pun):
In Los Angeles, 28 victims ranging from 8 to 78-years-old were injured - four of them seriously - when a wooden stand collapsed sending live fireworks exploding into a crowd of up to 10,000 people.Thousands of others fled for cover at the Simi Valley park celebration when streams of red and white smoke and flames shot across the ground towards the crowd around two minutes into a display. Oooh. Aaaah. Ouch.
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