…And I find it ‘timely.’
“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.
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.
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.
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 tria-metrically opposed points of the two three FOUR 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 the hell up, America!
I love My AMERICA!
I LOVE MY NAVY!!!
Cred For Vid: I cannot Find! Let Us Just Call Him “A Patriot”
I never Cared Much for “Bubble Heads”
But They Were My Navy Brothers!
They Called Surface-Shps ‘Floating Targets’
This Always Pissed me off!
“A Floating ‘Target’ That Can Send a Rocket Right Up Your Ass!”
I truly do.
I truly do LOVE My Country
And all SHE Means to Me
“Somethin’s Happin’ Here.”
(And it’s PISSIN’ Me OFF!)