Kenders' Musings

In honor of the illegals and open borders types marching tomorrow May 1st) I am reposting this poem. Inspired by Johnny Cash's Ragged Old Flag;

The Ragged Old Flag Flies Again

I walked down the streets of my old hometown
Through crowds of people protestin'
Who said we were racists and nazis and worse
For demanding our gub'mint protect us
From criminals, thieves and terrorist scum
That would sneak o'or our borders at night
To steal all our jobs for a pitiful wage
And never give us a fair fight

They march through our streets hoisting high
Our flag that has seen us along
Making the show that this one simple act
Will prove that they truly belong
But that ragged old flag that tugs at our hearts
And has seen her share of the pain
That helped forge a nation of wretched refuse
Is being drug through the muck and is stained

She stood tall at the fort when our anthem was writ
And she led e'ery charge in the south
And she stood tall and proud when the japs came a'callin'
At Pearl Harbors doomed mouth
She flew brave and true on Mount Suribachi
And solemnly she waved on the morn
When the japanese people surrendered at last
'Neath the guns of Big Mo's mighty form
She flew in the desert
Against Rommel the fox
And Charged into Italy's hills
Thru the country of France
She forged freedom again
And finally broke Hitlers will

She sailed on the ships that delivered our boys
To the dark rancid jungles of 'Nam
And led all the fights that raged through the nights
Heavy with death and napalm
She carried the fight to the Taliban thugs
That harbored our enemies might
And led the brave charge of the Lads of Fal'ujah
Who gave of their all in that fight
She continues to sail o'er every sea
And to bring hope and light to the masses
But the latest attack on Old Glories greatness
Is being trampled in our highschool classes
The kids of today take Ol' Glory down
And use her to take a bold stand
By hoisting her up 'neath a mexican flag
Upside down, stating "This is our land"

She's held in esteem for her history is brave
For with her comes freedom unhinged
But her brave noble past is taken away
And used by the criminal fringe
But one can't fly the flag
And hold true to the heart
Of what truth Old Glory stands for
If you do not realize that by breaking the law
You haven't earned your place on our shore.

O.K. we all know that the fruits, nuts and flakes that inhabit the Granola Bar by the Bay love their protests, but when was the last time you saw anyone in Frisco (they just HATE when you call it that) actually PRAY when it didn't involve getting out of a ticket or into someone's pants?

But that's exactly what we have happening today and for all the things a pious person in Frisco (and before today I would have bet good money that one of those did not exist) could pray for (plague-Oh wait they got that one-fire-they've done that one too-earthquake-again it's been done or making the city outright fall into the ocean) what are they praying to God to be granted to them?

Lower Gas Prices.

Here's a thought, you patchouli-reeking-tree-hugging-socialist-twits....you want lower gas prices? Quit protesting every time some big bad oil company wants to build a new refinery to make more gas, (which lowers prices-but then again I don't expect you nimrods to understand supply and demand) and stop demanding that the big bad oil company be taxed at higher rates when they post a less than 10% profit margin in an earning report. That simply shows off (yet again) your stupendous grasp of economics.

You people are idiots, morons and cretins, and have led me to the conclusion that all the land between the Sierra Nevada range and the Cascades, and from Central California to the Canadian border needs to be fumigated so we can start to get rid of your insane strain in cognitive dissonance, which I am sure is fatal in its' later stages....or at least one can hope.

***UPDATE***
Cao saw this post and said "Who'd they pray to? Gaia?" and it occurred to me that praying to Gaia the Earth Goddess is an even funnier thought. Much like Mark Twains' War Prayer made a point of showing that when you pray for your success you also pray for the defeat of your enemy (which is what war is about so what's the big damned deal?) the image of a bunch of Friscans praying to Gaia the Earth Goddess for lower prices on the oil ripped from her womb and boiled, strained and burned is particularly funny to me. It probably goes something along the lines of;

Oh Mighty Gaia
Bless us, your unworthy children, with lower prices on the holy sacred fuel ripped from you by evil capaitalist pigs so that we may afford to attend the protests that will stop them from raping your beauty and stealing your bounty.

From my bud Mister E Pluribus over at Freedom Broadcast Network. This is the original version...apparently he is doing up a more PC version of this. With apologies to the Stones....

PAINT IT (ALL) BLACK

I see a White House
And I want to paint it black
I'm just half-colored
But I want it all turned black

My buddy Jeremiah
Says that we were hosed
But wait until I'm in
I'll make it safe for bros

I once did lines of blow
Who cares that they weren't black
It was so long ago
And I can't take it back

Don't care religious nuts
No longer want me as their man
They're merely simpletons
And won't affect my plans

As for my wife Michelle
So glad she's finally proud
But don't cry, "Hypocrite!"
With us that's not allowed

No chance I'll fade away
Won't matter who knows the facts
It's a piece of cake for me
Love the guilt card -- hey, I'm black

Hope, hope, hope, hope, hope, hope, hope
Hope, hope, hope, hope, hope
Change, change, change, change, change, change, change
Change, change, change, change, change

My grandma blasted blacks
That's OK, I loathe whites
Threw her under the bus
As plain as the books I typed

Then there's my lovely mom
C'mon, she married black
Not once, but twice -- it's true
You never can go back

Don't fear my Muslim friends
I know you understand
With me you'll get your wish
When we withdraw from your land

That's right, I'll cut and run
I won't have to face the facts
It's so easy turnin' away
When it's not my head that's hacked (yet)

In just a few more months
The U.S. in my control
One bitter favor, though
Please don't ask me to bowl

I see a White House
And I want to paint it black
I see a White House
And I want to paint it black

Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah......

Cao tagged me with a meme that she got from William Teach at Pirates Cove (which just goes to prove what a scallywag he is by passing along these infernal things.

So the rules are thus;

The Rules:

1. Write your own six word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you want.
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to the original post if possible so we can track it as travels across the blogosphere.
4. Tag at least five more blogs with links.
5. Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.

I usually won't play these and tag other folks, and I also usually don't do what I am about to do, which is link to the site I am about to link to, but I am in one of thsoe funny moods, and the thought of the guy I am tagging looking at this post and saying "WTF?" is too good to pass up, so I will reveal who I am tagging at the end of this post.

So when I saw this meme I thought "six words? No way can I do something like a memoir in six little words. And then I was chatting with Cao telling here that from me, a six word memoir is next to impossible.....brevity is not a strong point of mine....I even quoted what my girlfriend says about me, and then it occurred to me upon seeing that phrase my girlfriend uses written in the chat window that she has the perfect six word phrase to describe me, so here is my entry into this game;

"Kender has a lot of words."

So now for the taggee....and this taggee is the one I am tagging because I am wagering they will not play so this evil meme will die right here.

drumroll please.......Meathead, you have been tagged.