Lacey Girl: Sacrificial Child
this entry was submitted before the deadline but was missed (my fault)
While it is common knowledge that the Chinese invented fireworks it is not so commonly known as to why we Americans are so fascinated and in love with these beautiful displays of color. Well I am going to let you in on the big secret. Yes, secret and by the end of this essay you will know why it is such.
It started long ago just after the Chinese had perfected the firework. They were so pleased with what they had created they figured there must be a God of fireworks, and after determining this it was found necessary to make a sacrifice unto this God to show their appreciation for the wonderful gift bestowed upon them. It was discussed, and then decided that an infant should be placed in a basket made of reeds and placed in the ocean. And so it was done.
The Chinese never knew what became of the child; it was assumed that it drifted off into the sea to meet up with the God of fireworks. Little did they know that incredible works came about and the basket made it to the American continent where the child lived and grew. Thus the Americas were populated and inhabited by the off spring of this child. Yes, yes, it’s true! The baring straight had nothing to do with it!
Thus, Americans love fireworks not only for their entertainment, color, sound, and awe, but because it is in our DNA, our heritage, the stuff we are made of has firework written all over it. It is imprinted on our souls.
As it happens I am a direct decedent of the sacrificial child. Yep, it’s true. So it is only imaginable how BADLY I would love to go to the Stadium of Fire and watch the majestic, amazing, ooo and aaawe inspiring, stupindus, tremendous, wonderful FIREWORK EXTRAVIGANZA!!!
Oh, and if you haven’t put it together by now, of course we aren’t going to give CHINA any more credit then we have to! Hey, they are our competition!