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Lee Greenwood and Gasoline before/after
If I hear Lee Greenwood's "Proud to Be An American." one more fucking time, I'm gonna' get some two by fours, okay?, and spike that motherfucker up like Jesus fucking Christ.
The first time around when the song was fashionable, was amidst the jingoist feelings of the Gulf War. And I liked it. I like being proud to be an American. We are the 'can-do' nation, and that's okay.
But I thought about it a bit more, and this creepy no-talent hack simply wrote that song to sell. Its not about anything, really, other than to play on nationalistic feelings, and when we have a national binding moment, his anthem will play out across the land, pumping untold amounts of residual checks into his pocket.
Its sickening. Fuck you, Lee Greenwood, and the commercialized red white and blue horse you rode in on.
You want to be known as a patriot, Lee? Sort through some fuckin' rubble and look for body parts, okay?
Either that, or be in one of those planes and take a knife to the gut as you try to overpower your would be, red shoebox having, boxcutter slashing desert wanna-be motherfuckin' captors.
But don't profit off of everyone's pain and emotion. That's sick.
Sick as those motherfucker's that jacked up the gasoline prices right after the accident. That's some fuckin' compassion.
Did they wait until the second plane exploded, before they raised the prices? Can someone answer that for me please?
Gohd. Only in America would someone have the balls to do that.
Captialism, man. That's the heartbeat of America.
Not those shitty chevy comercials they used to have in the eighties. Uh-uh. capitalism.
Capitalism like whores and Bill Gates, and football, and gouging the fuck out of people at the gas station whenever there is any sort of crises that can be remotely linked to the middle fuckin' east.
Its not like the cost of rubbers went up when AIDS started going around.
These people are like the pawnbrokers of the soul.
I bet Lee Greenwood owns a gas station.
And he stands there singing, day after day after day like a bad incarnation of the Bay City Rollers ,"Ain't n doubt I love this laaaaa-aaaaaand...."
Shut the fuck up, Lee, and pick up a goddam check every once in a while.
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