Here’s an unremarkable correlation in idiocy.
- You want to have an elaborate “gender reveal” party. We could stop right there, you can just fuck off now, I don’t want to be your friend.
- You decide the reveal will be by some kind of flashy pyrotechnics. If you want to tell me the sex of your incipient child, just say “it’s a boy” or “it’s a girl”. That’s adequate. I don’t need a flashy garnish. Congratulations!
- You are going to set off your fireworks in CALIFORNIA? And you live there? And you’ve been warned over and over about the fire danger?
Well, that’s a regular cascade of predictable foolishness, with the end result of the El Dorado Fire. Brilliant.