The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. — D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence would reconsider that statement if he lived beside us today. That Old Fashioned High Grade Home Brewed Wildcat Soul poured up in Old America's Mason Jar is becoming watered down. The level grows ever shallow as we digress daily from the "True American Train of Thought." We are plowed, cultivated and sowed daily with the obamanation's hypothesis of how we should live and watered and fertilized by a system of government that has become clouded and mired with the elected participants desire to be reelected. I can't believe my ears at the crap that comes out of the mouths of both Democrats and Republicans. I have become cynical and hardened by the continuous collateral damage dumped on this country like so much agent orange rotting the leaves from the trees and drying up the roots of American willpower. I spent the weekend with a few friends and a mass of worthless individuals that slink through life with no more apparent desire to be an American than an African Baboon which I hate with a passion. They along with the majority of what walks the streets of this country are useless as they have no morals, no backbone and will never have an essential American soul in any sense of the word. This country is doomed to a slow death brought on by slothful parents ignorant of the benefits of living in this country and too lazy to teach their children such. They mooch and beg for an easier way, they crawl all day to get a handhold on things that are as null and void of value as a fur coat on a Bison. These people have no meaning in their life except to be seen in the right places wearing the right tattoo and to be sure and say the "Perfect Politically Correct Statement," so much Bull Shit but it goes a long way these days with the masses. No don't judge what I write, judge yourself first, where do you stand or better yet what do you stand for?
Ahhhh, I feel better.