That’s ridiculous. I suppose a lot of people would say that I’m just a bird and that I don’t get it, and you’re absolutely right. I don’t understand why people think that you need to blow stuff up to celebrate. You complain about the economy, inflation, and gas prices, and I believe we heard a few million dollars literally explode and go up in smoke last night. It makes no sense to me.
Mommy says that humans are an exercise in contradictions. They protest, and then celebrate the very thing they say is bad and wrong. The elected officials are so bad and evil, but yay America! Let’s barbeque, drink, and blow stuff up! We hate you 364 days a year, but on the 4th of July let freedom ring! You're so patriotic! Red, white, and blue, dude!
Ok. You’re right, I don’t get it. I’m going to play with my toys, eat my seed, and chase Zack. One thing about being a bird is I know what I want: love, joy, food, and fun. That’s pretty simple. No matches required.
That’s all today. Take care, and have a great week.
Luv,
Bubbles