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On Sunday, they will have a parade. A good old fashioned, behind a 4-foot high chain link fence, no reporters allowed on route, invitation only, heavily guarded by (what’s left) of the military parade to – get this – celebrate freedom. We are not making this up.
This is where we are in America today. The mighty have not only fallen, they have taken a 90-story leap off Democracy Tower and landed Chinese-made flag straight up in a steaming pile of George Bush Chickenhawk Casserole, an interesting disk composed solely of white meat and Budweiser. Go figure.
Yes, on September 11th jingoism and the good ol’ my way or the highway mindset will meet yet again in Washington, D.C. in a show of nationalism that would make Nikita proud. Keeping their shirts (somewhat) tucked in and their heads held high, America The (not so) Beautiful will proudly march in our nations capital and proudly proclaim that they support fighting terrorism by killing soldiers. Ours. They will trumpet the fact that they support bringing freedom to The Middle East while they walk behind a guarded fence, and how they welcome democracy while they march in an invitation only no dissenters allowed show of patriotism. We are not making this up.
A singer named Clint Black (who may very well be the only Black in attendance) will sing a song he composed in the comfort of his own home, which in case anyone is wondering is NOT in Baghdad. It is, to be kind, not a very good song, but it does talk about chest-thumpin’ and ass-kickin’, so I’m sure it will go over well. While all this is happening, a tall guy with a beard and a bad kidney will be hiding in the corner and getting it all on video, trying to stifle his laughter. The man next to him is his recruiting officer. Unlike our military recruiters, who know events like this are all hat and no cattle, the other recruiter can’t copy enlistment forms fast enough. Listen – he’s singing along with the crowd - “God Bless America…”
Meanwhile, in another part of The United States a dead man sits in a wheelchair, covered in a blanket. Next to him, a woman lies covered in a sheet. She, too, is dead. Last week they were both alive, but then again last week George Bush was on vacation, and Clint Black was practicing. Today, the man and the woman are joined by tens of thousands, and George Bush is getting his terror erection ready for Sunday. Clint is polishing up his black cowboy hat, which he may even let George wear. In the movies, the bad guys wore black, so that works.
More casserole, anyone?
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