December 31, 2018:

Airplanes! Real ones this time. Supersonic motherfuckers painted blue. Doing very stupid things to prove they can.

Here it's not so bad. They're more or less contained, to a relatively empty mesa and to the ocean which is even more empty.

Later up north they're allowed to run rampant, flying between buildings and under bridges and low over hills with afterburners cooking and car alarms firing and poor doggies cowering with paws over ears.

Note from the Thunderbirds to the Blue Angels: Don't follow leaders, and watch the parking meters.