I wasn’t raised by a particularly “USA! USA! USA!” family – unusual considering I come from one with recent immigrants from Russia. I did grow up being encouraged to appreciate science and technology. Star Trek, Popular Science, the zoo, the California Academy of Sciences, etc. I also always had pets growing up. So when the Fleet Week came through San Francisco once a year I was stoked. (And I’m not talking about the seamen.) You see, the planes going super-duper fast and flying in super-cool formations weren’t about the military, or oil wars, or heteronormative sexist patriarchal white institutions that hate dogs. They were the future and cool for a kid and a source of pride for a City that has a tendency to be a bit of a punching bag.
Shit going fast! In the sky!
My point? I’m sorry that you’re using your dog as an excuse for planes that, while loud, are pretty cool technologically speaking flying over your head once a year for three days. I’m sorry that the Blue Angels are part of the navy and not some NGO. But mostly, I’m sorry that we can’t have nice things.