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MERLE HAGGARD IS SMIRKING, YOU'RE ON THE TITANIC, AND SAM GOT YOUR
CRUMBS!
By Dane Metcalfe
Not Copyrighted
I'm serious!
But, I'm laughing too.
Oh, I know it hurts. The inner pain that twists your gut as you
swallow your pride and turn your blinded and averted eye to the ground
so that you can shuffle along safely pretending that you walk with the
pride of an American.
Walk like an Egyptian!
By God, those were the days! Nothing for us red blooded American Males
to be ashamed of! I know. I was there too.
"I've got that right!" Heck, if any dunce didn't know that, it could
only meant one thing. Dumber than a jukebox., yep, dumber than a
jukebox..
The American way. Or the highway.
You could "Love it or Leave it!"
They hated our freedoms.
We sang together, then, You and eye.
Did we avert our I then, when we sang? Heck no! It was impossible.
"Let this song that I'm singing be a warning. Cause if your runnin'
down my country man, your walking on the fightin side of me!.
That's the meat of the joke!
Gotta be. Must be.
Ya think?
We have to think objectively. I know that's not what we wanted to
hear, but this time we can use objective reality as your crutch for
just a minute and look each other in the I while eye explain the joke.
Don't worry, how can eye give you a pitying nod when I'm helplessly
laughing because of the joke!
You see, it's an inside joke, and since the joke was on us how could I
mock you in our laugh?
Here's how it was explained to me.
See, they are smarter than us. Way smarter. Not only that, we are way
dumber than then them. Not like dumb and dumber, but like smartest and
way, way dumber.
I didn't believe it either. But, they are. Way smarter.
And us. Way way way dumber. No, even way more dumbest than that.
First they stole our paycheck and we thanked them when they threw us a
quarter for the jukebox, even if they did pick out the songs while
they pretended with us that it was they who doing us the favor. Well,
to a degree. They never hid the smirk given at the quarter flipped as
it sent us scurrying for the gutter like scurvy scoundrels after a
tasty cockroach did it?
Some mystical and holy hounds (or were they deviantly devout
divinities?) used a magic bullet from a bookstore named Dealy Plaza
to murder our freedoms so that we were found fawning favorably at the
feet of the fetid fantasy.
Did we really believe it every time we saw it confirmed at the
funerals pretending the papacy that the political popes preached so
divinely were the dealers of death of our true champion king? Kennedy
killers worshiped publicly by a pickled public stuck with the stench
for believing whatever outlandish stammer some stuttering huckster
holds as holy. If tricky treats were touted by tape where the recorder
on the pounding pulpit pronounced gutteral growls granting itself to
be a holy prophet, would we in ecstatic utterances worship the
machine?
They, who used a single balanced brain cleaved ours with the whispers
and the threat, the cross and the lamb. And we doubted the deliverance
of dutiful diggers and believed the Bush!
Get it!
No?
Darn, it's such a beauty of a joke, absolutely cosmic. But your
blindness is so you can't see.
It's more of a visual joke, like a comic strip, so I'll do my best to
share the laugh.
See, here "we" are so proudly American. Me with my facts, and you with
your flag.
Can't you see the joke is on you and the laugh is with fee?
The rest of the planet is mocking and laughing at you and your silly
flag.
As you smirk and poke fun at the facts.
Get off your Star Spangled Banner cause your sinking the ship!
And those women and children you toss over will not save you from
making the same trip.
Not because you were kicked like a dog, but because you ARE a sorry
dog. An egg-sucking dog that let the fleas and ticks suck you dry as
you smirked at the vet and his tin foil hat. And even now you cling
to an already sinking ship while they murder your women and children
in open view.
Are you going to suck up at the smirk or are you going to have them
slowly gut you as they seek in sick surgery for your manhood long
gone? Uncle Sam, butcher of children,. the poor and the week, carves
you now, but to who does he speak? Mom's Apple Pie or are you
pathetically weak?
And even while you are taking me down with you on a your slow sinking
ship. I'm enjoying the beautiful music of band as I look to the women
and children to help them escape. We play now the great cosmic joke
all tuned up just special for you. You see, It's only the band who
escapes the knife!
American woman!
Who to?
Guess Who!
No, you.
Let us see now, I'm all tuned up.
Are you lawyers Americans with some kind of manhood about yourselves
or are you pretending to be something other than prepped up
prostitutes pimping your petticoats to whatever death dealing duke of
darkness owns your master's dog?
I challenge you now to come out of your closet and admit you're a
man.
Seriously. Are you going to silently allow this group of criminals who
have been poisoning the human race with the bile that they think they
have some kind of royal right to engage an open campaign of genocide
against women and children?
If so you can be sure to hunker down and slam your eyes to the ground
if you meet me on the trail because you already know eye will have my
I on you to see what eye find.
Tell me it's not MURDER!
Dane
http://hiddenmurder.blogspot.com/2006/09/americas-darkest-secret.html
MERLE HAGGARD IS SMIRKING, YOU'RE ON THE TITANIC, AND SAM GOT YOUR
CRUMBS!
By Dane Metcalfe
Not Copyrighted
I'm serious!
But, I'm laughing too.
Oh, I know it hurts. The inner pain that twists your gut as you
swallow your pride and turn your blinded and averted eye to the ground
so that you can shuffle along safely pretending that you walk with the
pride of an American.
Walk like an Egyptian!
By God, those were the days! Nothing for us red blooded American Males
to be ashamed of! I know. I was there too.
"I've got that right!" Heck, if any dunce didn't know that, it could
only meant one thing. Dumber than a jukebox., yep, dumber than a
jukebox..
The American way. Or the highway.
You could "Love it or Leave it!"
They hated our freedoms.
We sang together, then, You and eye.
Did we avert our I then, when we sang? Heck no! It was impossible.
"Let this song that I'm singing be a warning. Cause if your runnin'
down my country man, your walking on the fightin side of me!.
That's the meat of the joke!
Gotta be. Must be.
Ya think?
We have to think objectively. I know that's not what we wanted to
hear, but this time we can use objective reality as your crutch for
just a minute and look each other in the I while eye explain the joke.
Don't worry, how can eye give you a pitying nod when I'm helplessly
laughing because of the joke!
You see, it's an inside joke, and since the joke was on us how could I
mock you in our laugh?
Here's how it was explained to me.
See, they are smarter than us. Way smarter. Not only that, we are way
dumber than then them. Not like dumb and dumber, but like smartest and
way, way dumber.
I didn't believe it either. But, they are. Way smarter.
And us. Way way way dumber. No, even way more dumbest than that.
First they stole our paycheck and we thanked them when they threw us a
quarter for the jukebox, even if they did pick out the songs while
they pretended with us that it was they who doing us the favor. Well,
to a degree. They never hid the smirk given at the quarter flipped as
it sent us scurrying for the gutter like scurvy scoundrels after a
tasty cockroach did it?
Some mystical and holy hounds (or were they deviantly devout
divinities?) used a magic bullet from a bookstore named Dealy Plaza
to murder our freedoms so that we were found fawning favorably at the
feet of the fetid fantasy.
Did we really believe it every time we saw it confirmed at the
funerals pretending the papacy that the political popes preached so
divinely were the dealers of death of our true champion king? Kennedy
killers worshiped publicly by a pickled public stuck with the stench
for believing whatever outlandish stammer some stuttering huckster
holds as holy. If tricky treats were touted by tape where the recorder
on the pounding pulpit pronounced gutteral growls granting itself to
be a holy prophet, would we in ecstatic utterances worship the
machine?
They, who used a single balanced brain cleaved ours with the whispers
and the threat, the cross and the lamb. And we doubted the deliverance
of dutiful diggers and believed the Bush!
Get it!
No?
Darn, it's such a beauty of a joke, absolutely cosmic. But your
blindness is so you can't see.
It's more of a visual joke, like a comic strip, so I'll do my best to
share the laugh.
See, here "we" are so proudly American. Me with my facts, and you with
your flag.
Can't you see the joke is on you and the laugh is with fee?
The rest of the planet is mocking and laughing at you and your silly
flag.
As you smirk and poke fun at the facts.
Get off your Star Spangled Banner cause your sinking the ship!
And those women and children you toss over will not save you from
making the same trip.
Not because you were kicked like a dog, but because you ARE a sorry
dog. An egg-sucking dog that let the fleas and ticks suck you dry as
you smirked at the vet and his tin foil hat. And even now you cling
to an already sinking ship while they murder your women and children
in open view.
Are you going to suck up at the smirk or are you going to have them
slowly gut you as they seek in sick surgery for your manhood long
gone? Uncle Sam, butcher of children,. the poor and the week, carves
you now, but to who does he speak? Mom's Apple Pie or are you
pathetically weak?
And even while you are taking me down with you on a your slow sinking
ship. I'm enjoying the beautiful music of band as I look to the women
and children to help them escape. We play now the great cosmic joke
all tuned up just special for you. You see, It's only the band who
escapes the knife!
American woman!
Who to?
Guess Who!
No, you.
Let us see now, I'm all tuned up.
Are you lawyers Americans with some kind of manhood about yourselves
or are you pretending to be something other than prepped up
prostitutes pimping your petticoats to whatever death dealing duke of
darkness owns your master's dog?
I challenge you now to come out of your closet and admit you're a
man.
Seriously. Are you going to silently allow this group of criminals who
have been poisoning the human race with the bile that they think they
have some kind of royal right to engage an open campaign of genocide
against women and children?
If so you can be sure to hunker down and slam your eyes to the ground
if you meet me on the trail because you already know eye will have my
I on you to see what eye find.
Tell me it's not MURDER!
Dane
http://hiddenmurder.blogspot.com/2006/09/americas-darkest-secret.html