I was thinking about the disgusting sexual hypocrits who run the country this afternoon while driving around doing errands. Ex-Congressman Foley’s email escapades following hard on the week in American history in which a government populated by little pukes gave the most callow president the country has ever known the power to torture prisoners & suspend habeus corpus, it was all I could do to maintain some equanimity. As it happened, Nick Spitzer’s PRI show American Routes was playing on the local NPR station—a program devoted to the singer-songwriter John Prine. So, on my way to the dump I was belting out these lyrics from Prine’s Vietnam era song:
While digesting Reader’s Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I’d tell her how good I feel.But your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.
They’re already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don’t like killin’
No matter what the reason’s for,
And your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier said to me,
“If you join the Christmas club
We’ll give you ten of them flags for free.”
Well, I didn’t mess around a bit
I took her up on what she said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife’s forehead.Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn’t see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I’ll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said…But your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.
We’re already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don’t like killin’
No matter what the reason’s for,
And your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.
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