Posted on 06/27/2013 8:08:57 PM PDT by TurboZamboni
Citing national security concerns and the war on terror, New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg asked New York Gov. Michael Cuomo to ban the sale of children’s fireworks.
City officials worried that sparklers — handheld fireworks that emit colorful sparks and are often waved through the air by kids on the Fourth of July — could be used in terrorist attacks, according to The New York Post.
“A recent attempt to harm innocent lives provides a frightening example of how legally purchased… Fireworks can cause dramatic harm and even kill,” said Joseph Garba, Bloomberg’s state legislative director, in a statement.
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How ‘bout we go back to teaching and expecting personal responsibility
Good luck. Good thought, but good luck.
In the 60’s, we broke down the sparkler part threw away the metal rod and made something good.
I think it is money. Too much money seems to make many go bat-chit crazy and become uber controlling.
They somehow think because they were able to become unbelievably rich, they should run the lives of everyone else. It’s for our own good, you know.
Fear the rich benevolent *cough* gods.
This news would set my dad off, may he RIP.
My dad loved him some fireworks. He was from Missouri and just kept fireworks at hand for any occasion to light some off. One time, just me and dad drove cross-country from SoCal to Missouri to visit relatives over the summer and at some point outside of Tucumcari NM we saw big billboards advertising something like “Petey-Lou’s Cherry Bomb Kingdom — 26 miles ahead!” and dad nearly went ape. He started driving faster even though the sign said they were open 24 hours.
We finally ended up at the place, a big two story cinder block bunker out in the middle of nowhere selling Indian crap, moccasins, jerky, and packed full of more fireworks than the PLO has bullets. Just rooms of this stuff. They had three foot tall rockets, crates of M60 salutes, thousands of ladyfingers linked together like machine gun belts, and my dad went “Ooh! Ooh!” when he found these winged spinning egg-shaped bombs that flew up like maple seed pods and exploded. These he said were his favorite as a teenager. Just amazing what this place had inside. The vendor welcomed us to go shoot off all the fireworks we wanted out in the parking lot and I remember the flat landscape for as far as eye could see was littered shreds of multicolored confetti from countless visitors before us who used the parking lot as their own testing range. Even a distant Mesa miles away looked like it had wind-blown firecracker debris leading all the way to it.
Me and dad spent the rest of the trip driving through the Texas Panhandle and on to Wichita chewing jerky and occasionally lighting off fireworks using his Oldsmobile’s cigarette lighter to ignite the fuse before we threw the firecrackers out the window. We shot bottle rockets at road signs and watched spinning bloomers disappear in the rear view mirror. We fired off salutes until our ears were ringing, but he hid the last few boxes of big cardboard crackers and cigar-sized rockets under the spare tire as we made a promise that mom would never know about them.
I can just imagine hearing his voice now, laughing about sparklers and calling bullshit on Bloomberg.
The new yawk governor’s name is ANDREW cuomo, not Michael.
Bump
We have given too much for NYC.
Let AL Qaeda have Manhattan in exchange for peace.
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