The thing that leaps out at me every time there's
another Gruber video surfacing showing how he thinks we're all imbeciles and every time Obama says he's going to do something directly contrary to the stated wishes of the voters is that we're all just so much window dressing to them. We're all cardboard cutouts on the grass beneath the balcony where
El Presidente and his retinue speak at us. We're extras on the movie set providing crowd noises. What we want doesn't matter to them at all.
With that in mind, I offer this hack job on a verse of a song by that Soviet-loving idiot, Woodie Guthrie.
This Land Is Our Land
This land is our land
It is not your land
Back to your hovels
you simple morons
We make decisions
We know what's best, yeah
You only think you get to vote
Author's note: The word, "yeah" is a great syllable-filler when you need to finish a song to close off a blog post and get to Costco to do the week's shopping.
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