Stand to See.

Let the marching armies’ raid;

Let the pin be removed from the hand grenade;

Let the silence be no more;

Let the truth outshine the lies from before;

Let them come – and kill everyone;

Let them take the orders to drop the bomb;

Let the hatred and anger over-spill;

Let the cowards bask in thy own will;

Let us take direction from evil ones;

Let us do their wicked deeds all done;

Let the RepubliCrat behind the desk;

Let’s see him stand to see his foolishness;

Let the spider tap that final bead;

Let the sniper take the spider’s heed;

Let the blood of bad and good spill around;

Let the Elders dance to the drumming sound;

Let all things “American” just come undone;

Let us demonstrate how we don’t see anyone;

Let the tellers of lies herald our nation’s demise;

Let me keep my attention on meaningful things.

Ohhhhhm.

If the rising “end-of-‘Ochama’-term” political tension is this obvious and real (nearly tangible) to me: a half-bred Native stoner who will NEVER gang bang either the Donkey Drone or Elitist Elephant; I can only imagine the prescriptions that all of the associated psychiatrists have been, and will continue to be writing throughout the Republican Ramp Up Rally that’s come out of a fitful hibernation.

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Reclaim.

In this modernized, techno-tycoon day and age,
in which illumination shines from an LED console;
a robotic voice sounds disturbingly soothing to me,
the i-Appleseed: now a weed growing out of control.
data plans – print or scan –
my fucking attention span –
is well beyond over-full…
watch me start the Modern American Revolution,
by simply pulling out the Ethernet cord;
In this bullshit “civilized” Yankee culture,
in which you are either poor or filthy rich;
we stand in the sun all day, in line
to gladly pay the outstretched hand –
strip down for the Man –
and once again, here we stand…
watch us smile as we hand over our last dimes,
Divided from the government
united, we can reclaim the orchard again.

Allegiance.

american-flag-backround-10I still pledge my allegiance –
To a long, lost flag:
Of The United States of America;
Not to the Corrupt Politicians,
For which it now stands;
One Nation, Under Control;
No Liberty or Justice at all.

My Insufferable Compatriots

In a place in which my average fellow American was “offended” by a Coco-Cola Super Bowl commercial depicting a multi-lingual version of America the Beautiful, (see video here http://youtu.be/9MEsOzzunPQ) a patriotic song that should theoretically inspire the heart and soul of the American Spirit in a positive and uplifting way, I am somehow still appalled by my what seems to be the vast majority of my compatriots’ collective sense of entitlement.  

Hmmmm…..Really? I thought we were finally getting past such retardation in our species ability to grow on a socio-economic level…damn…

Personally, in all reality, I wanted to spin around in my seat on the plush, overstuffed Ethan Allen couch and spit fireballs into the laps of the (and I hate to admit this) handful of people who were booing and hissing at the screen when this commercial played the first time. I wanted to hiss and boo at them and check their heads by reminding them each separately that I am half Native Shawnee; that it strikes close to my heart to be in a room with people from varying cultural backgrounds and ethnic bloodlines, that they have been openly proud of at times in the past when it served them well, despicably spew such mind-blowing bigotry in the face of a heart-warming chorus of various children’s singing voices. The language was irrelevant; that was supposed to have been the point of the commercial being performed in different languages, dumb-asses…geezImage.