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For Which it Stands
04.13.2013
Turn out the lights, Daddy, turn out the lights.
Soon, son, soon.
My heart is going to give out anytime and I'll give my heat back to Mother Earth. My only debt will be paid.
I can't stop thinking about the funeral where a man is buried surrounded by family. A family that doesn't recognize the corpse laid out before them. They came to visit my funeral but never to visit my deathbed!
If I could make an invitation list for my viewing, I'd invite Osama Bin Laden's wives and sons. Including the six year old boy who witnessed his father shot down in cold blood. And then, lying dead, fired into dozens of times.
I'd invite Bradley Manning. My hero.
You see, I just read the article on the shooter who murdered Osama Bin Laden. He's turned on his country already for a paycheck. He wants the government to make him a CEO of some bank! Him and his military friends.
I mean, why not? Criminal to criminal lifestyles. Imperialist or militarist?
The day Wall Street was occupied was the day the military should have been ostracized.
Who do the soldiers work for? The rich!
I'd also send invitations to all the veterans of the Middle Eastern wars. At my funeral they can at least maybe get a free meal and get off the streets for a couple hours.
Maybe they can unload a couple high capacity clips into my body as my son watches. Then we can give the shooter a book deal and give the Aurora Dark Knight killer the death penalty. - To zip tie all the women and children is only O.K. overseas! And to the republic.
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