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American Nightmare

"... the land of the free" well, not really ... there is property tax, payroll tax, federal tax, state tax, gas tax, sales tax and you will go to jail for ... loitering. No standing idly around on Your Free Land. "... and the home of the brave." well, perhaps all the braves are dead as their women held a papoose. Then, all the black men and women that were hung on cottonwood trees their guts on the ground for crowds of white folks to see. What a Brave show! Then american families of Japanese ancestry held in desert camps lest they harm their Real Brave neighbors. Now, today, its a Guantanamo or other foreign lands we blow up in the name of freedom by laser driven weapons and Our Brave Drones. So, wave the flag children and sing the song as you cheer your sport gladiator hero coming on the field. Look how brave and free! How wonderful and humane we are .... there are no more lions!! Whoopee !

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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