OKAY: (Leeward Side)
(But never despair: There is music — and video– down there. Bear..Bare?? With me on this one!)
I am (once again) late for the party.
You have been granted a ‘pass’.
Don’t open this one.
It is depressing, all in all anyhow.
And yes, more now than ever:
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..And I find it ‘timely.’
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“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.
And some tongue in cheek.
And some more… tongue in cheek.
“I am not stupid.”
(“Doth the gentleman protest too much?”)
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.
Now… Y’all.
As I am wont to reiterate, ad nauseum: Lance is no dummy. He is not stupid. (even though, He often speaks as him, in some third person… no matter.
My point here is thus:
Walon Jennnings was somewhat deluded. Yes. Deluded. When he wrote that above below song, somewhere way back then… in the Nineteen Seventies. All thinking people know this. But know this about me: I am a cockeyed optimist. I want to believe, and yet, I am an atheist.
Therein, lies some dichotomy, eh?
(I guess I just felt compelled to ‘throw’ that in, just so you’d know…all you intellectuals out there, that I really do READ Stuff.)
And here is ‘some pie in yer eye’: “I have actually been THERE!”
(And sad to be reduced to throwing ‘Peanut’ at ya, but… “Now! Run Tell That!”)
Just saying…
-Lance
There are people in Gaza: REAL PEOPLE.
Goddamn it!
http://yelkhoudary.blogspot.com/
(I just threw that in, so’d you’d know how ‘liberal’ this Texan/Comanche is…)