Tag Archives: America

Old Piggy Bank

I think about the million human beings who were just trying to survive eighteen years ago and are no longer alive because America had to go shake the queen’s old piggy bank and smash it on the floor and terrorize … Continue reading

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Jump Ship/I Sailed With Columbus

“I Sailed With Columbus”  When I was eight years old, in 1992 I first learned about Christopher Columbus and I sang along with my class “In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and we drew pictures of him … Continue reading

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It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading

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Black Friday

Black Friday is the most American of all holidays, the day we honor the God in whom we trust more then life itself

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For Tradition’s Sake

  From Plymouth Rock to Standing Rock, the west has rolled from sea to sea, with cultures in our wake yet we take pride in the meals we make   for traditions sake on the fourth Thursday every November. As … Continue reading

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The Poppies Are Everywhere

Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading

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We Always Elect A Liar

Back and forth and up and down left and right in city and town blue and red year after year election after election we eat the fear but the hungry still aren’t fed and the war dead pile higher different … Continue reading

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