My country, 'tis of thee...

The first time I heard the word "expatriate" I actually thought I heard "ex-patriot." Huh. Yeah, that makes sense, a partiot is someone who zealously defends his country; this guy is an ex-patriot, he couldn't stand the place so he left. Later I was told about someone from the Revolution who, afterwards, went to live as an ex-patriot in France, and then returned to America and was re-patrioted, and I didn't think you could do that? Why didn't they let, f'rinstance, Benedict Arnold do that? Pretty soon I figured out that an expatriate wasn't necessarily an ex-patriot. Later on I learned that Calvary had very little to do with horses.

This poem is for Americans, REAL Americans, Americans who know what it's like to look up every few months and say "Why in the HELL are we doing that?" Like after Desert Shield turned into Desert Storm. What th-- Whazzis-- Ch-- JESUS! At the very, very least, they could have turned it into Desert SWORD! How in the hell does a SHIELD turn into a STORM?

As an American, as part of this great Representative Democracy, you hafta put up with alot of crap. Absurdities, stupidities, calamities, injustices.... But things are getting better all the time! I love this place! Rush Limbaugh for President!