Wednesday, June 29, 2005
I was in the cowardly peacenik generation. Meet the chickenhawk generation:
"I'm not putting my ass on the line because I had the opportunity to go to the number-one business school in the country," he declared, his voice rising in defensive anger, "and I wasn't going to pass that up."
I understand, young man. But aren't you casting doubts on the patriotic motives of kids who'd rather take their chances in uniform than drearily work their way through junior college on a full-time job at Walmart? Maybe the Army needs to change its recruitment strategy:
Hey, beer-swilling yellow spawn of Rove,
why not go where your leaders feared to walk, walk, walk?
If you cannot serve your nation for love,
then do it because Democrats are all talk, talk, talk.
Your socialist professors are liars,
& tenure means they aren't going to quit, quit, quit.
So try on our camouflaged attires,
& prove to them that they are full of shit, shit, shit.
There is plenty of brew in Iraq.
We will issue you a laptop & a gun, gun, gun.
If you still love war when you come back,
You can flack a fascist candidate & run, run, run.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
"I'm not putting my ass on the line because I had the opportunity to go to the number-one business school in the country," he declared, his voice rising in defensive anger, "and I wasn't going to pass that up."
I understand, young man. But aren't you casting doubts on the patriotic motives of kids who'd rather take their chances in uniform than drearily work their way through junior college on a full-time job at Walmart? Maybe the Army needs to change its recruitment strategy:
Hey, beer-swilling yellow spawn of Rove,
why not go where your leaders feared to walk, walk, walk?
If you cannot serve your nation for love,
then do it because Democrats are all talk, talk, talk.
Your socialist professors are liars,
& tenure means they aren't going to quit, quit, quit.
So try on our camouflaged attires,
& prove to them that they are full of shit, shit, shit.
There is plenty of brew in Iraq.
We will issue you a laptop & a gun, gun, gun.
If you still love war when you come back,
You can flack a fascist candidate & run, run, run.
