In case all you foreigners out there are left wondering about this crazy holiday we celebrate here on this horrid rock of America, let me 'splain.
It all has to do with a man called
Jesus Christ and his dealings with
Wan-Hu.
Jesus actually died on the first of July.
Catholics later changed facts to suit the story of
St. Peter the rabbit, who was canonized in April after he performed the miracle of laying eggs.
Well, as we all know, Jesus died on the first of July. He was entombed. On the third day he rose to heaven...but not quite all the way.
He crash landed in a rice field in
china. Wan-Hu, not wanting to spoil the
Christians fun and disillusions, strapped Jesus to a bamboo throne with 47 rockets attached and attempted to launch Jesus back up to heaven. Unfortunately the chair exploded over
Jerusalem and the resulting display caused great commotion and joy to the people below, unaware that their messiah was among the blast.
That is why to this day we celebrate the fourth with fireworks and barbecued meat.
Cheers!