Every day there are bomb threats in Ukrainian schools and govt buildings and hospitals to keep people on edge.
But sure let’s pretend the war is “over there”
“To my Republican friends, my plea is straightforward: From Gettysburg to Omaha Beach to Selma, Ala., Americans have fought and bled and died so that we the people could seek to perfect our union – not so that an authoritarian showman-bully could turn our national project into his own fief.” Jon Meacham
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When this world starts a-reelin' from that pressure drop feelin'
We're just treading water each day
There's a way to feel better, be well set to weather
The storms 'til the sun shines again…
Bubbles up…
But living in the briar patch ain't what it appears
Sooner or later you've got to face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard in the songline of the aborigine
Off to see the lizard….
But then I got a guitar, found a job in a bar
Playin' acid rock 'til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks
They all warned us would come?
We are the people they couldn't figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about
To my Trump friends:
He's lying to you.
Violent crime is down, not up.
Inflation is down, not up.
Economic growth is up last 2 qtrs.
Stock market is way, way up.
Immigrants aren't evil. They take the jobs we don't want, buy products + fuel the economy.
Don't believe a liar.
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways
That we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
It was a high Cumberland Jubilee
Such a high Cumberland Jubilee
Halloween in Tijuana, full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I
Got here without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around?
Or follow my intuition into that border town?
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my R's or G's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey, come and do me again
Stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, home again
"The time has come," the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My Twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it's time to Mark this down