Made this in a hurry so it'd still be relevant. As a result, my inhibitions didn't have time to kick in. I wish I could be at a backyard barbecue today getting ready to light up some sparklers.
But I'm not. So my only alternative is to use my ukulele powers for the good of mankind. Here's a little musical entertainment with which to further brighten up everyone's super-happy fun times time!
Happy Fourth!
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We sang those two in church last Sunday.
Yep, apparently God is a real old-fashioned, top hat wearing, toe-tapping Broadway American.
I knew He was when they hoisted the American flag in front of that pesky picture of the Jew bathing in the river.
Wow. Seriously? A Broadway American? Is that like a Native American with tap shoes and jazz hands?
Something like that, yes.
We were all given little plastic "ol' glories" to wave frantically during "You're a Grand Ole Flag." We had to stand while representatives from all the branches of the armed forces marched in to their respective anthems.
And then the fun really began. Our wholesomely white pastor (a graduate of Alma Mater U Seminary, by the by) told the congregation that we gained the wonderful privilege of freedom simply by being "born here." He said this standing directly in front of three pews full of Chinese immigrants who are longstanding members of our church.
O say, can you see...the hypocrisy?
That's adorable. That's really adorable.
With all spectacle at your church, it sounds like your pastor may be part Broadway American.
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