John Sununu may be a fat little neocon yellow-cake smokin' (as opposed to potsmokin') shithead with a face like a peanut laden soft-serve turd steamin' on a piece of discarded molding carpet tossed out from a decrepit peepshow remodel but the little asshole has a fuckin' point....I need to learn to be a better American.
See like a lot of you fucks reading this I learned to be an American from some truly horrendous Americans like the alias using Mark Twain
"Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth into battle -- be Thou near them! With them -- in spirit -- we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it --
For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimmage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
And I probably listened to too much from that that little Jew-boy Bob Dylan
who created a ton frikkin' jobs but never could quite get with the American program...
(more below the swirling orange shitstorm)
Yeah I must've been smokin' sumthin when I thought this miscreant was some kind of American Icon....
...obviously not John Sununu's kinda of American...
And we probably spent too much time with bums like this...
who told us ice cream sundaes were"nutritious and delicious"
And said un-American shit like this...
“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.”
and this subversive...
...who actually had the gall to tell us that this land is our land... not fucking Bain's land or Ann and Mitt's land or Donald fucking Trump's land or Michele Batshit Bachmann's land or Allen punch-drunk West's land, or Rushtub's land or Glen Berserker's land or fat ass half-in-the-single malt bag John Sununu's land... or...
sorry folks, I better quit 'fore I pop a vessel... just a few words from another fellow horrible American...
The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers, and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored nearly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans, though, and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France, though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.
When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the rack and shipped back to the United States, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous content into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anyone ever again.
The American fliers turned in their uniforms, became high school kids. And Hitler turned into a baby, Billy Pilgrim supposed. That wasn't in the movie. Billy was extrapolating. Everybody turned into a baby, and all humanity, without exception, conspired biologically to produce two perfect people named Adam and Eve, he supposed.
Where do guys like this come from to fuck up Sununu's world?
Fuckin' Commie...
(Thanx to demimondian who pointed out that in my haste to insult Sununu I also offended some folks I had no wish to.... I'm very sorry.