I know I am an alien. I never used to be, but one day I woke up and found myself on another planet, a stranger in a strange land. The country I love so much is still called the USA, but it's not the country I remember just a few years ago. It's become an Orwellian "bizarro-world", in which up is down, war is good, the rest of the world is wrong and the (neo-Christian) US is always right, and our war dead are silently and unceremoniously brought home secretly, as if in in shame. I can't help thinking of that old song from Country Joe and the Fish:
And it's 1, 2, 3 - what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Viet Nam
And it's 5, 6, 7 - open up the pearly gates
Ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! We're all gonna die
It's "Deja Vu, all over again......" I was in the military during the Viet Nam war. We were told to NOT wear our uniforms while traveling or in public because our commanders were afraid for our safety --- in the United States! This administration took care of that problem -- just don't show the caskets, sanitize the news, wave a lot of flags. And if you criticize, be careful! You unpatriotic traitors might find yourselves in Gitmo.
"Just cause you've got a good grip on the steering wheel doesn't mean you have to drive off a cliff." McCain't seems to have a real tight one...
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