“Dear (fill in the name) I am so sorry we are apart, but you see, I am serving… something, something greater, something important, something, some power, Uh, My ego. See you soon. Love, Lance”
Away from my Homeland.
Yes.
I have.
My Choice.
Sometimes in Service of my Country.
Sometimes in Service of Lance.
But, always, always, In Service of That Great American Dream.
I came home from Iraq in ’09.
Went to Kandahar in ’11.
Came home late ’12.
Guess what?
There is no American Dream no mas.
The Bureaucrats killed it.
I am a Patriot.
I love my country.
But now, I do not recognize my country.
Now, I am leaning to socialism.
This post is but a beginning.
I am not gonna bore y’all with Lenny and Sarah, and bullshit anymore.
I am gonna bore you with reality.
The Reality.
Stay tuned.
For those of Y’all ‘Fraid of the NSA, well, bow out now gracefully. I have no fear, but I am old and have nothing to lose. And to quote Bette Davis: “Fasten Your Seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy night.”
And, Yes! I am not stupid. I do recognize the dichotomy of the diametrically opposed points of the two songs I present below for your perusal. You must sort out your own feelings.
Now, some would argue, “Lance is just living in his past; he is craving for the days when Revolution was a real possibility”
Some might say that.
I say, “There is no better time than the present, to take it up; because things now, are really fucked up.”
“Wake up!”
Wake the hell up, America!
My Country!
I love my America.
I truly do.
-Lance