anyone disparaging these people for doing something they believe in is despicable. your desire to fight / win overpowers your rational brain… living in america is depressing.
If you find it depressing and live here; then move. Go anywhere else. This country could use less patriotic citizens who feel living here is a disgrace. Men and Woman far better than yourself died so you have the liberty to say that out loud, and to spit in their faces saying it’s crap living here shows what kind of person you really are.
Try living in a third world; an undeveloped, communist country where your “dreams” your “hopes” and “aspirations” mean jack-diddly-shit. Then tell me it’s depressing to be here you useless unpatriotic sack of shit.
this is MY country and there’s NO WAY we’ll allow right wing scum to get away with any more of their mindless destruction. YOU fucking move. hell, you’d probably find plenty of right wing dictatorships out there far more to your liking.
you fool. YOUR dreams, hopes, and aspirations mean jack-diddly-shit. this entire nation revolves around the right-wing agendas of corporations, and the empty grasps of the liberal’s desperately flailing arms. it IS crap living here- that doesn’t mean we don’t imagine how more shitty this superficial dump would be if our enlisted men and women didn’t defend our great nation (I’m referring to the physical land our nation is made out of). The people who protest, speak their mind without fear, and strive to IMPROVE the country (people often overlook the point of political protests) are far and away a great deal more of a service to this nation with their fervent patriotism.
Keep in mind- George Washington and Thomas Jefferson didn’t like their country, either. So they made a new one.
Yes there is A-mer-ica and third world countries, and that’s all folks. (Minus all the democratic countries that rank actually better than us economically and in overall happiness. Shhhhhhh!) By the way you are just proving his point. You say America is great for personal freedom, like speech, but you scream when they are used. Also, I hope you don’t think bombing poor brown people is fighting for our freedom. But for the record everyone I have ever met in the military has gone in it for money. So maybe it is a disgrace that we live in a country that would send our youth to die for a pointless fight and pay them piss for it.
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.
I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It’s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance.
I’d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they’re all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don’re really want to go to war.
America it’s them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader’s Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I’d better get right down to the job.
It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
Could you please elaborate on that a bit further?
Apart from obvious clowns like like Fox News what is the other
media’s stand on this?
Horse Shiite!
anyone disparaging these people for doing something they believe in is despicable. your desire to fight / win overpowers your rational brain… living in america is depressing.
If you find it depressing and live here; then move. Go anywhere else. This country could use less patriotic citizens who feel living here is a disgrace. Men and Woman far better than yourself died so you have the liberty to say that out loud, and to spit in their faces saying it’s crap living here shows what kind of person you really are.
Try living in a third world; an undeveloped, communist country where your “dreams” your “hopes” and “aspirations” mean jack-diddly-shit. Then tell me it’s depressing to be here you useless unpatriotic sack of shit.
@none
blow me, asshole.
this is MY country and there’s NO WAY we’ll allow right wing scum to get away with any more of their mindless destruction. YOU fucking move. hell, you’d probably find plenty of right wing dictatorships out there far more to your liking.
you fool. YOUR dreams, hopes, and aspirations mean jack-diddly-shit. this entire nation revolves around the right-wing agendas of corporations, and the empty grasps of the liberal’s desperately flailing arms. it IS crap living here- that doesn’t mean we don’t imagine how more shitty this superficial dump would be if our enlisted men and women didn’t defend our great nation (I’m referring to the physical land our nation is made out of). The people who protest, speak their mind without fear, and strive to IMPROVE the country (people often overlook the point of political protests) are far and away a great deal more of a service to this nation with their fervent patriotism.
Keep in mind- George Washington and Thomas Jefferson didn’t like their country, either. So they made a new one.
Yes there is A-mer-ica and third world countries, and that’s all folks. (Minus all the democratic countries that rank actually better than us economically and in overall happiness. Shhhhhhh!) By the way you are just proving his point. You say America is great for personal freedom, like speech, but you scream when they are used. Also, I hope you don’t think bombing poor brown people is fighting for our freedom. But for the record everyone I have ever met in the military has gone in it for money. So maybe it is a disgrace that we live in a country that would send our youth to die for a pointless fight and pay them piss for it.
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.
I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It’s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance.
I’d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they’re all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don’re really want to go to war.
America it’s them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader’s Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I’d better get right down to the job.
It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
this is so stupid
Ha, ha, ha, Nice.
In Russia too