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Typical American Weekend

This weekend has been a typical weekend

for the United States.

In Virginia,

a klan rally gathered around a statue

of one of their heroes,

carrying torches.

They even killed someone

and injured many.


A lot of Americans were at the beach

this weekend

enjoying summer

as it winds down.

Kids trying not to think

about the upcoming school year

where they will walk

through metal-detectors

into classrooms

where they will learn

nothing about history

and everything about patriotism

everything about obedience

and pledging allegiance

and nothing about critical though.

For many, this will happen while

they’re wearing their JROTC uniform,

the others will still learn these things,

and they will learn about teamwork

while on the football field

where they will get concussions.

Some of the others will run

cross-country instead

but they will all

be awe-struck

when they see the ribbons

and medals

the recruiter is wearing.

Many of them who,

at the beach

or in a pool this weekend

dread going back to school,

many of them will be

wearing real uniforms

next year

training to go fight

in many places

including Afghanistan

where, this weekend

US airstrikes killed

16 civilians

and for 16 years now

this has been happening

in Afghanistan.


For centuries now

men have been gathering

at rallies

around statues of their heroes

or gathering at rallies

around their heroes in the flesh

but on this typical American weekend

with American civilians

on beaches or in pools

and American kids dreading

going back to school

and Afghan civilians

under the rubble of hospitals

and schools,

this weekend

the hoods were removed

and pale faces

were illuminated

by tiki-torches

in Charlottesville



Avert Your Eyes

Be all you can be

in the land of the free

fight for de-moc-racy,

hold your head high


Theres money for school

and the uniforms cool

if you play by the rules

you’ll be just fine


But avert your eyes

as the bombs start to fly

and the caskets roll by

don’t you worry.


It won’t happen to you

if you see this thing through

for the red, white, and blue,

God’s on your side


They’ll throw a parade

and then you’ll have it made,

you’re just bound to get laid,

you’ll be a hero.


Yeah, we’re 16 years in

but I just know we will win’

They will say with a grin

as you’re signing.


And as you raise your hand

you still won’t understand

all the flames we have fanned,

after we lit them.


We pour on gasoline

to countless fires, unseen

feeding this war machine,

welcome to it…


When they cut off your hair

and tell you what clothes to wear

and tell you to grow a pair,

its still not too late


but as the stray bullets fly

and you look to the sky

cursing God for this lie,

then it’s too late.


Tell your mother your fine

as she drinks her box wine

and on veggie omelet you dine,

Happy Birthday.


You avert your eyes

as you see through the lies

and your soul slowly dies,

‘Heres some medals’…













South of Richmond

Every other billboard

literally every other billboard

along a one mile stretch of I-95

just south of Richmond, Virginia

is for the Army National Guard

The others are for God,


and the Navy Federal Credit Union.

This is God’s country

and if God loves anything

its giving poor kids

a false sense of hope

in a better future

before sending them

to kill other poor kids

who have no hope

of any future.







Road Trip

Billboard after billboard

too many to count

mile after mile

road after road

state after state

buy this car

buy this whiskey

buy this beer

call this lawyer

when you get pulled over

for driving this car

after drinking this whiskey

and this beer.

Drink this soda

eat this pizza

open up a new checking account

at this bank

double your money at this casino

buy tickets to this concert,

call this doctor when you get hurt.

Buy this mattress

for a good nights sleep

rent this storage unit

to keep all of the things you buy

call 1-800-WEED-DOC

when you want to get high

call this locksmith

when you get locked out of your car

call this taxi

when you get too drunk at the bar

think you’re an alcoholic?

get sober at this rehab!

can’t afford college?

let the national guard

pick up the tab

join the army

and see what great adventures

tomorrow brings

join the navy

join the air force

and call this lawyer

when you need a divorce

join the marines

join the coast guard

use this fertilizer

on your front yard.

Buy this burger

buy this hat

get this liposuction

when you get too fat

call this plastic surgeon

to westernize your nose

when you want to paint your house

make sure you call these painting pros

and make sure you come to church

don’t let satan lead you astray

even when you’re driving

there’s always time to pray

and if you get too tired

stop by this coffee shop

it’s just off the next exit

right next to the quick stop

get your coffee

and your gas

and a thousand other things…

you’re still on the east coast

just see what I-80 brings

You’ll see the world, kid…

written March 13, 2013

If you think that you have it bad these days living in poverty in America, the ‘land of the free’, just imagine living in extreme poverty in Afghanistan, or Pakistan, or Yemen, or Somalia, or Uganda, or Iraq, etc, and having to sleep with one eye opened because of the predator drones lurking above, ready to rein down hellfire at any moment from the heavens, or the NATO troops ready to kick in your door. In the words of George Orwell, “WAR IS PEACE. FREEDOM IS SLAVERY. IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH. For any kids out there thinking that the army is the only way out of poverty, talk to a veteran, ask a Vietnam veteran how he likes waking up in cold sweat in the middle of a nightmare, some forty-five years after coming home. Ask an Iraq veteran if they really, truly feel that they fought in a just war, if they really, truly feel that they weren’t the enemy. Ask them if they would act any different than the Iraqis did, if their hometown was invaded and occupied by a foreign empire, and their morning commute turned from a ten minute drive, to a two hour hell through a maze of checkpoints where they would encounter 18, 19, 20 year old kids ignorant to their language and culture, who are ready and willing to shoot them at any second if they so much as fart or scratch their balls without being ordered to do so. Do your research, talk to a lot of veterans, ask them to be truthful. The military can provide you with some quick cash-flow, with the GI Bill, and with an opportunity to see the world. But also an opportunity to sign away what little freedom you have as a civilian for the next four years, the opportunity to kill people that don’t deserve it and have never done anything to you, who only want to live in peace and to be the ones that benefit from their nation’s national resources. Also an opportunity to walk out of the VA with a brown paper bag full of different prescriptions that you can’t even pronounce, which have the potential side effect of making you even more suicidal.  If you want the advice of this veteran, learn how to grow food. Start a small farm, build a small house and install solar panels. Live sustainably. Read books. A People’s History of the United States by World War Two veteran Howard Zinn, War is a Racket by two-time Medal of Honor recipient Brigadier General Smedley Butler. The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Harvest of Empire by Juan Gonzalez, A Man Without A Country by Kurt Vonnegut. Those books would be a good start. Read everything you can get your hands on about the history of the Hawaiian Kingdom, and the arrival of the west to ‘civilize’ you. Read anything and everything that you can get your hands on.  The money offered by recruiters can absolutely seem enticing and can seem like a good start on a way out of your current situation. Money is nothing more than paper, it is temporary. If you’re 18 years old and enlist for four years, you will most likely leave with your dd-214 and little else, having spent a great deal of your money on alcohol, cigarettes, caffeine, tattoos, concerts, prostitutes, maybe a motorcycle, a lot of rounds for your friends when you’re back home on leave, new clothes, maybe a new surf board and a dirt bike. It’s not a way to make money, it’s a way to grow up fast as hell, a way to be a member of an occupying army on foreign soil, and a way of passing the time. Your time would be better spend fishing, growing food, and helping to build your community into what it once was, and can absolutely be again one day. You need the GI Bill to go to college? The only cost that will come along with a priceless education is the price of the card for the Public Library… usually free, and maybe the price of a wifi connection and a list on invaluable educational websites. Someone once said, “if you want to get laid, go to college. If you want to get an education, go to the library”.  You also have an amazing resource here with the elders in the community, lifetimes of knowledge, and experiences and the lessons that come with them, that can’t be taught in any university classroom. Want to get out of Dodge after you finish high school? Look into City Year through AmeriCorps. Try WWOOFing (worldwide opportunities on organic farms) on another island, somewhere on the mainland, or anywhere from Colombia to Poland to Cambodia. Volunteer for a couple months, for a year, whatever it takes. And make whatever community you wind up in, a better place. Bring nothing but positive energy with you, not an M-4, and leave nothing but your footprints, not a puppet-led sham of a democracy, along with a nation of bombed out hospitals, sewage treatment plants, schools, and more birth defected babies than you can count.