Harkening back to days of old; this rewrite of an old song (which all you patriots are familiar) is dedicated to the three TSA agents who have felt my balls…. (Written just before a return trip from STL years ago when I knew they were going to do it again–and they did.)
When tomorrow comes I can count on
Traveling with my wife
That I’m in Uncle Sam’s domain
He’s just trying to save my life
With alert superstars armed with gloves & the X-ray
‘Cause safety, it Trumps our freedom
Yes they can take that away! yeaaaaaaaa!
I’m cowed even though I’m a citizen
Maintain the myth that I’m free
And don’t forget we’ve been pacified
Could be worse, can’t you see?
I’ll timidly line up without shoes
For the ball check, grope away
‘Cause I must sell out to travel this land
I hate the TSA
From kids the size of Yoda
To the stumps of an amputee
Across the Solar Plexis
From head to toe, you see
We exploit your grandmas from New York to LA
For the machine provides Probable Cause
They may yet catch someone someday! Yeaaaaaa!
Repeat Chorus (if you wish.)
Seeing this inspired me to write a version dedicated to the white supremacists who ought to be mocked and delegitimized because the philosophy is too disgusting to defend ‘as just another view.’ Our continued history has been plagued with ‘alternative facts’ which serve to organize different groups into subservient hierarchies. The plain scientific fact is we are all descended from the same mother and father. Hence, our history, including our religious history, which is rife with examples of blatant racism leading to horrific violations of human rights, is based on a lie. Yet the lie remains, having tremendous power and fund-raising capability. But there is hope, as the Trumpian movement has held up the mirror to who we are. 81 million of us showed up to vote the symbol out. Hopefully, we can keep the monsters out despite the push to ensure that only the ‘right’ people can vote. So, in the interest of illustrating absurdity by being absurd, I write these ridiculous lyrics in dedication to the Adam Henrys telling lies and floating the ‘America First’ and ‘Anglo-saxon tradition’ ideals…
Now Tomorrow’s come, before freedom’s gone
Lost in all the strife
So we wish to start again
In the white pilgrim way of life
I’ll thank my lucky stars
To be given here today
Laws that flag those who threaten freedom
Before they take all that away
And I’m proud to be an American
‘Cause I’m white oh golly gee
And I won’t forget the men who lied
To give this right to me
And I’ll gladly make up
Text, screw you, and defend, spur shrill today
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt this is our land
God bless my DNA
Bum snowflakes are prokaryota
Cue the bills, make deportee
White cross remains our nexus
From sea to shining sea
Come exploit reproduced in
From New York to L.A
Sell shares tied well to the true American heart
Stand, it’s time we banned today
Disallowed being not American
They’ve increased as a threat to be
And I won’t forget the men who lied
Who gravely frighten me
So I’ll proudly stand up
Next to Q, Ron Watkins is here to stay
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt in faith we stand
God bless my DNA
Stand, enshroud us as Americans
Swear as priests, we are free
And I won’t forget the god who died
Who looks right just like me
And I’ll gladly stand up
Next to Q, as Anons we still will bray
‘Cause we have no doubt as we wear Trump’s brand
God bless white DNA