Come and get it, shithead!!
It’s not the dead, it’s not the lies it’s not even the arrogance and the blind stupidity that gets you, it’s the fact that after all that has gone on, there has been no impression made. When you split skulls, destroy buildings or rape women, there is a long term attrition that affects both the victim and the killer, here nothing, no sense that an impression has been made, no sense that the dead count, the wounded still have feelings, that the gangrene from the presidential brain has infected the whole fabric of our society.
Where is the anger, the fury that stops tanks and armies in their tracks?
The blind and asinine parents proud of their sons and daughters as they wear the oppressing uniforms, the support the troops stickers, we can win this thing we can stay the course a few thousand more troopers, a few thousand more corpses whose blood runs black now because they have been there too long. Bloating in the sun, smelling to high heaven, mute and smelly testimonials to a failed policy, a stupid rush into oblivion.
You want your children back? Make your own coffins! The army provides neither armor nor boxes. You get a zipper bags for the child you nourished in your arms. A waterproof zippered poncho to keep the precious fluids your own milk gave him on his way to hell in Iraq! How proud the parents of the fallen marine, how proud the parents of the bloody bomber, how proud we are of our dead, sacrificed for whom, for what? For an arrogant idiot pointing to a vial of water in the UN, anthrax by any other name is still a lie! The only terror came from our planes, our missiles, our idiotic, moronic, arrogant techno killers.
Join the NAVY, cozy up to the coast, launch the Tomahawk, and watch the body parts waft into the air like meat in a market. Be all you can be, incinerate at arms length, rape the women, who cares they are but Muslims, kill the raghead, who cares they are infidels, they are heathens they are not you and they are not me.
Germans had no trouble with their Jews; we have no trouble with your Muslims. Those we do not kill, maim or destroy, we ship to places even less sensitive than we are and have them “Handled”.
Proud to be an American, my ass. Never has our country sunk as low as we are now. Our killers roam the four corners of the world; our pollution kills what our bombs leave behind. Internally we are under surveillance, we are incarcerated, we are tortured and our children are harassed, join my team today, be a hero and die tomorrow!!
Is this land worth dying for? Is our legacy worth the blood shed everywhere in its name? Is the only answer to the croaking sound of dying crows the deadly sounds of bombs and guns?
It’s not the dead, it’s not the lies it’s not even the arrogance and the blind stupidity that gets you, it’s the fact that after all that has gone on, there has been no impression made. When you split skulls, destroy buildings or rape women, there is a long term attrition that affects both the victim and the killer, here nothing, no sense that an impression has been made, no sense that the dead count, the wounded still have feelings, that the gangrene from the presidential brain has infected the whole fabric of our society.
Where is the anger, the fury that stops tanks and armies in their tracks?
The blind and asinine parents proud of their sons and daughters as they wear the oppressing uniforms, the support the troops stickers, we can win this thing we can stay the course a few thousand more troopers, a few thousand more corpses whose blood runs black now because they have been there too long. Bloating in the sun, smelling to high heaven, mute and smelly testimonials to a failed policy, a stupid rush into oblivion.
You want your children back? Make your own coffins! The army provides neither armor nor boxes. You get a zipper bags for the child you nourished in your arms. A waterproof zippered poncho to keep the precious fluids your own milk gave him on his way to hell in Iraq! How proud the parents of the fallen marine, how proud the parents of the bloody bomber, how proud we are of our dead, sacrificed for whom, for what? For an arrogant idiot pointing to a vial of water in the UN, anthrax by any other name is still a lie! The only terror came from our planes, our missiles, our idiotic, moronic, arrogant techno killers.
Join the NAVY, cozy up to the coast, launch the Tomahawk, and watch the body parts waft into the air like meat in a market. Be all you can be, incinerate at arms length, rape the women, who cares they are but Muslims, kill the raghead, who cares they are infidels, they are heathens they are not you and they are not me.
Germans had no trouble with their Jews; we have no trouble with your Muslims. Those we do not kill, maim or destroy, we ship to places even less sensitive than we are and have them “Handled”.
Proud to be an American, my ass. Never has our country sunk as low as we are now. Our killers roam the four corners of the world; our pollution kills what our bombs leave behind. Internally we are under surveillance, we are incarcerated, we are tortured and our children are harassed, join my team today, be a hero and die tomorrow!!
Is this land worth dying for? Is our legacy worth the blood shed everywhere in its name? Is the only answer to the croaking sound of dying crows the deadly sounds of bombs and guns?
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