Our People

Statue of LibertyI found God on the back of a dollar bill.  He spoke with few words— Some might say only in sign language, but I could hear the shouts.  The eternal struggles of a people.  Not those who fled across a desert, but those that live in paper temples— Traded in their glass houses for something more-flammable.  Whoosh.

Our people washed ashore.  Broken…forgotten, but determined.  We slaughtered our way to the Golden Arches in a mere two-and-a-half centuries, and while the world laughed we kept quite till the bombs fell.

We stayed silent.

We bided our time.  The world came crawling…begging for our help.  Before we walked on the moon, we ended a Great War.  Now who was laughing?  Definitely not the sleeping giant—  We were proud.  We built great things, we defined generations with our ingenuity, we carved the face of the world in our nuclear image, but we stumbled…we bloated.

And, then the flies came.

They picked at our flesh and laid their eggs in the crevasses of our economy, education, and the very hearts and minds of our people.  We call ourselves progressives as hate runs rampant.  The peaceful have become weak.  There was once a time when the peaceful picked up muskets to fight a world power, and now Guerrillas do the same.

The giant is down—  Pinned by sticks and rope.  We traveled to lands with little people, but we were never meant to stand in quicksand…we were meant to stand tall.  Lady Liberty please light the way, again.  Please Lady Liberty…please.


Thick as thieves we were, thinned from the thicket

Floating on a flotilla of plastic down the River Styx

Tossing Dentabone’s to Cerberus as we held our palms high

We didn’t beg for forgiveness, we gave into Wal*Mart and Wall Street


Our Big Bang was less than whimper— More like a whisper.

Hush the tanks are coming.

The tanks are coming.


Our oiled war machines are T-1000s in the shadows

Glowing eyes, winking to McDonald’s ball pit children

A hare’s breath away from making a glass desert

Dollar sundaes at the Golden Arches for all the good little boys and girls


We have become the ghosts of revolutionaries and innovators

Muskets long traded in for an H2 and a Zune

Classless brutes who bitch about the classes

A council of kings and circle jerk aficionados


The Serpent God-King demands our obedience

We oblige, because our mouthes are full

Dripping from self righteousness and indulgence

We Nazi salute because America doesn’t kneel


We sail the very last river with a Rebel flag held high

For not only have we filled its shores with Miracle Whip

We traded in our heritage to the devil for a collar

Now with palms held high…

….the three-headed beast satisfied

….and no where left to invade

We chain ourselves to this eternal post— Panting for pennies


We never knelt before God, so why not become Beezlebub’s lap dog?

After all…this is America’s legacy.


Remember, Remember, the 11th of September

 Remember, remember, the 11th of September
 The Trade Center ruination and plot;
 I know of no reason why the Trade Center
 Should ever be forgot.

 Al Qaeda, Al Qaeda,
 'Twas their intent.
 To annul morale and hope
 Three planes of bane overhead.
 Poor old America to overthrow.
 By our own providence we preserver'd
 With firemen's lanterns aglow and 
                          the will to rebuild

 Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring!
 Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God bless America!


Everyone seems to want to hop on the current bandwagon entitled the “demise of America.”  Yet, no one seems to want to fix the problems resulting in this unfortunate predicament…maybe we should, and then maybe we can start referring to the bandwagon as the “slight dip in America, but then soon after, subsequent rise of America.”

…yes, the new catchphrase of your local and national bandwagon is more lengthy, but it has a good ring to it.

I fully blame the trickle down economic theory and deregulation of our business sector here within the States starting with the Reagan administration.

And, honestly if you disagree odds are your older and from a generation or two past my own, and you’re partially responsible for this mess!  You have waived your right to disagree because I along with my fellow peers get to pay for your mess!  We get the wonderful opportunity to pay off your debit, the previous generation’s debit, and now have absolutely no chance to retire…thank you so very much Reagan and both Bushs…you’ve sucked the second half of my life into oblivion while you get to sit in Crawford drinking crap whiskey and twiddling your banjo with the rest of the idiots in your clan…brav..fuckin’…o…

I have a week old pineapple with a face carved into it that could have handled an eight year presidency better than you Mr. Bush…how does that feel?  As an aside he also has a similar IQ.

Nevertheless, for me my future doesn’t change I never planned on retiring anyhow, but why has the choice to do so been revoked?  The answer is simple:  America had greedy people backing our economy and government for over twenty-years, and now that’s it’s all fallen away my generation and my parent’s generation gets to pick up the pieces. 

However, I believe that all is not lost.  If Germany can repay the entire debt of World War I within twenty-years, America can fix the global economy and arise like a phoenix within another twenty.

So, folks don’t get discouraged or upset by our current predicament…get even!  Show your parents and/or grandparents how it’s done, and fix the problem and surge America forward into a new era of peace and prosperity. 

Mopey Ferret Dance in a War Dance

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