I have promised myself to not be cynical on patriotic holidays, but pedaling back from Kroger with a bicycle basket brim-lippin' full of BATFE-compliant Class C Consumer Grade fireworks, my otherwise-unoccupied frontal lobes got to lyricizing...
Oh, beautiful for drone-filled skies
A tax code so arcane!
A voting class on their fat ass
From Houston to Fort Wayne!
America! America!
You voted stuff for free
You made your bed, ye overfed
Go watch some more TV!
There. I got that out of my system, and now I can be all festive and happy tomorrow.
Don't upset the conservatives, Tam.
ReplyDeleteQuote of the Day.
ReplyDelete10/10
ReplyDeleteI'm already gloomy, Tam. Said to a reloading buddy the other day: no nation that would elect Obama twice deserves to celebrate independence.
ReplyDeleteHe was amused by that.
This post and poem would be a fitting epilogue to Brave New World. Maybe I'll spend some of my Independence Day sending my last handful of precious .22 downrange, rather than watching the idiot box all day.
ReplyDeleteI nominate Tam to sing that at the Super Bowl this year.
ReplyDeleteQOTD
ReplyDeleteHappy Fourth. Be of good cheer. As a Frenchman one said, "My country, right or wrong." We will get through it.
ReplyDeleteQOTD hell, Quote of the YEAR!!!
ReplyDeleteYou are a genius.
ReplyDeleteFilching this, but giving credit.
ReplyDeleteBorrowed it...
ReplyDeleteJust wanted you to know. It's now on FB and my poor little blog.
MC