Sunday, August 14, 2011

Just a Thought ... or 12

God bless America. The rest of the world be damned.

America. Land of the free, home of the brave.

From noted poet Emma Lazarus’ “the New Colossus” which is engraved upon the Statue of Liberty,

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Or, “Fuck you, world, we have had enough.

“Take your weak, impoverished, unfed masses yearning to breathe freedom,

The wretched refuse of the Gulf Shore and those flown in from impoverished states,

The homeless, hungry and unclothed from Louisiana, Florida, Missouri and Nevada,

Send these, the homeless, tempest lost to me. To homes and jobs in Asia and other impoverished nationsd,

I lift my lamp to the the golden door, worth $1700 an ounce……..

Okie doke, so my ramblings are incoherent. Well, duh. No shit.

I’m a bit weary of the idea that I should love America.

Every day I hear and read comments from people that proclaim that “You should love America.” “America is a land of freedom.” “America is God’s chosen land.” “America will prevail through these uncertain times because, well, we are America….”

I say those are American angus bull chips with steaming green flies attached.

That’s a huge heapin’ pile of  bullshit to the everyday man in my book.

Let me elaborate a bit more, may I?

Nary a day goes by without my passing a dumbass in the left lane with a bumper sticker proclaiming the 2010 hopes of a McCain/Palin presidency. Usually on the bumper of a minivan plastered with ‘WWJD’ stickers and ‘My Kid is a future GOP voter’ placard..’

I’m patriotic to a point. I appreciate powder wigs, papyrus writings, knickers and human rights, I understand wool vests in the summer, killing pigs for dinner and holding parties for the hell of it.

But, tell me to love America, in this Day and age?....

Love? Really? America?

Know what I love? I love my parents. I love my soulmate. I love my sister, my kids, my penis and my ability to adapt to anything thrown at me. Oh yeah, I love porn and milkshakes.

Do I love my country? No. I appreciate my country, yes. Love, no.

Do I look at the men and women in our military as heroes who protect our country, no.

Do I consider these men and women as employees of a government with a bad business plan, yes.

Tell ya what, bring just a quarter, nay, a third, of the men and women who are ‘serving’ our country to the workforce while at the same time taking away the number of service men and women from the dumbass wars we are engaged in worldwide and let’s see how many lives will be enhanced on both sides of the equation.

I’m a bit weary of being told to look at a dead soldier, or thirty dead Navy SEALs, as a means to an end when countless thousands are dying without mention. If a Navy SEAL dies while on duty, well, big fuckin’ deal… that;’s what he signed up to do. Where’s the tax doillars going?

I don’t mean to sound heartless, but, yeah, whatever. We paid for that SEAL and we paid for that mission and well, we paid for that death. Get over it.

America, you should be ashamed. Not necessarily the people, but the leadership. America isn’t what the founding fathers imagined, no doubt.

Is America an Alien Nation or simply an alienation to other countries?

My opinion?

We’re just fucked.

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