That blame is aided and abetted by media murderers and assassins of truth, gorging on the flesh of human misery. Marching with their god-damned tea bags in one hand and their hammer and nails in the other, looking for another poor sucker to nail to that cross in the name of God. I shake my head and wonder, where do these people live?
Waving their flags and professing their love for a country that wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire. Crying undying love for a country that lets its citizens drown out of a fear of breaking the law or get thrown out into the streets in the name of good banking reform. It shakes my soul to say it, but I will say it and will continue to say it until I see different, loving this country is not much different than falling in love with a prostitute.
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