“Where have all the cowboys gone ?”
-Paula Cole
Ill tell you where they went… They packed their bags and headed out and left us to fend off the heathens and vultures of a new world gone stark raving mad. Where are the patriot flags and our formally drafted call to action? When did molesting the constitution become more popular than shoplifting? It’s a frenzy; a cold balmy blizzard of putrid dissolution and apathy. It feels like that sweet chocolate death chunk ice cream that makes you sick to your stomach. Burn your colors, crank the tele and head to wallmart where the great meeting of the misinformed started years and years ago….oh and try an not get trampled to death under the obese drag race to the hot deal on isle six.
What?
Whats that you say?
You didn’t get your invitation?
Sure ya did, its on kitchen table under the “hope” stickers asshole. We used to have camps for people like you. There used to be uncanny resolve and the barrel of a slick rifle to back it up. We don’t get that part. We get the water downed vitamin enhanced easy to digest PG rated version of impartiality and our kids are going to pay some new kinda hell for it. Its gotta go back or by the time the smoke clears and the red dust settles we wont know if we are coming or going, eating or shitting, smiling or vomiting in bag with a bar-coded American flag printed on the side. Don’t believe me? Do some homework and look around the world for the last few hundred or so years cuz its been tried and tried again and believe me my friend it’s a grade A- certifiable recipe for failure and its becoming the ingredients of our new national stew. And im talking about a slop so sour and putrid that just the thought of it makes your gut wrench and brow sweat like the final moments before giving up hope and losing your nights intake to that great white bleach scented porcelain basin called failure…
Remember me?
