Again with those damned jets

The stupid Blue Angels are back, practising for what someone called, appropriately, their monster truck show in the sky. As if all the heat wasn't enough to bake us and our pets' brains, now we have to listen to this waste of money screaming overhead. I've never liked them, and in addition, have never understood the use of what is called here, for a few weeks of summer, Seafair. Someone who grew up around here told me it was "a celebration of summer"; what with fighter jets booming and hydroplane boats churning, it's more like an extended redneck holiday. Fie upon it.