MAID IN CANADA (PURCHASE HERE)
5: TORTURE (LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL)
And as the cowboy republic jumps the shark and starts to head the way of the Roman Empire, let us stop for a moment to admire the impeccable ignorance of this sinking ship. Because if history has taught us anything it has taught us that it doesn’t matter if you have food on the table, as long as you have the biggest flag in the trailer park.
It doesn’t matter if your leader can fill in a crossword puzzle as long as his dick is swinging and he has a flag pin on his chest. For cowboys with small cocks carry big guns and traipse dog shit all over the carpet in drunken stupors. But they do make good cheerleaders. Their messages are clear and concise and always result in hoots and howls at the local church.
And it doesn’t matter if the zealots put out a bloodthirsty call for their enemy’s death as long as they go to church on Sundays and don’t get caught giving blowjobs to the alter boys. For we all have Christ in our hearts down here, even though we ignore his tenant not to judge. So Christ-like are we that we’ll make up our minds on which witches to burn.
And it doesn’t matter if we send children off to fight our battles as long as our SUV’s are gassed up and we make it home on time to vote for our “American Idol”. Because as long as our children have a fighting chance in the battle field, then they have a chance to become a millionaire by singing shitty songs to the ignorant masses. As long as that American Dream is still in reach like a big apple pie in the sky then it doesn’t matter how many come back limbless or in body bags. Or how many of theirs we leave as feast for crows.
As long as the idiots are smiling and the white-haired old men have stuff their pockets with enough $3 bills to hide their impotence, then all the blood shed and slaughter can play out like entertainment and Hollywood justice on snake oil TV. And we’ll pretend not to notice when the “heroes” of the world do a complete 180 and turn coat on their morals for political gain. Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it John?
So let’s all shoot our friends in their faces, and our enemies in the back. Let us attack…without declaration, and justify…without justification. Let us hide on our porches with our guns in our hands and kill any motherfucker who dares step on our grass. Ignorance is all we need manufacture in the heartland. Compassion doesn’t pay.
Look north my friends! Look north!
Copyright 2010, Kevin McMaster.
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