Some folks inherit Star Spangled eyes
Ooh they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”
Ooh they answer “More, More, More”
It ain’t me, It ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son
It ain’t me, It ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no.
For awhile now, conservative members of my family have been creeping out of their fortunate closets to visit #Occupy sites and observe the movement. They shy away from the opportunity to join the people on the trail, making history. They say it’s about strident, provocative language on handmade signs. I love my family, but fuck it.
People vote for Republicans because they want to believe that buys them control. This incapacity — while tragic — appeals to folks who lack the spine to face uncertainty. They use the words “I’m not comfortable with ______” to avoid engagement. And for the record, I’m not “comfortable” with war- and oil-profiteer Democrats.
Let’s stop farting around, Nelsons. No matter what your personal fortune — or lack thereof — in today’s terms, you’re on my economic level. I don’t assume control of anything. I work hard in spite of disabling Central Apnea. My husband and I moved to CoMo to get economic relief from our Silicon Valley situation. In spite of degrees and mad skills, we are financially precarious, with lots of company here in Missouri.
I am the 99%, and so are you. Get comfortable with that, and then we’ll Talk.
/ Thanks for the lyrics excerpt, LyricsFreak.