I've had a valium, and am feeling a tad mellower.
I ran across a quote that I liked, from Erma Bombeck:
"You have to love a nation that celecbrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism."
I'm off to be patriotic fat fucker. If I don't eat, the terrorists have won.