Stick that fuckin’ flag up your goddam ass, you son of a bitch – Propagandhi

My father told me “Son, it’s futile to resist. You can topple the ideology, but not the armies they enlist.”

I questioned the intentions of the boy scouts shouting “WAR!!” “Well that’s the sound of freedom, son.” he said (free to say no more)…

But wait a minute, “dad”, did you actually say freedom? Well, if you’re dumb enough to vote, you’re fucking dumb enough to believe him.

‘Cause if this country is so goddamn free, then I can burn your fucking flag where ever I damn well please.

And I’m gonna stick it up your fucking ass!

I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine. Rhymeless, unreasoned, conjecture kept me in line.

But then I stood back and wondered what the fuck they had done to me. Made accomplice to all that I’d promised I would never fucking be.

Never be.

You carry their anthem, convinced that it’s yours. Invitation to honour. Invitation to war.

Bette Midler now assumes sainthood. Romaticize murder for morale. Tie a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree my friend and, “Gee, Wally, that’s swell!”

FUCK THE TROOPS TO HELL!!!