It’s not likely I’ll ever be seen on television. You’ll probably never hear me on the radio. I’m not sanctioned by the government, and I’m not part of the tailored, laptop and latte media crowd. Nope, just one small city peckerwood with an opinion.
You can find me almost anywhere. A bible in one hand, a gun in the other and a tea-bag clenched in my teeth. You see, I’m America! I’m the one, that carries in his blood, the history of a people that changed the world. And don’t get your panties in a wad, but I just don’t believe, living without government, is the curse of some wretched life.
Yours are the lies of delusion, blind folly and reckless impulse. You would lead us down a path to ruin, following the empty pleas of political demagogues, touting the most fallacious and dangerous doctrine ever to have been put before men. You claim the will of the majority, however ignorant and prejudiced, that must be taken as gospel.
Well, I hate to burst your bubble….but it ain’t gonna’ happen. Now you might think, I’m just some goober with three first names, with nothing better to do than sit on the front porch swilling Budweiser, but somewhere, in your twisted little liberal brain, keep in mind, this peckerwood will be voting in soon. Cool huh? Your scrawny political butt is in my hands. And damn the bad luck…since the law would probably frown on burning you at the stake or covering you in tar and feathers, I’ll be counting the days to November. Oh, and just so you don’t feel to poorly, we’ll give you credit for the shovel ready jobs you will have created when ‘we the people’ start slinging all that liberal bullshit from Capital Hill. Gee…thanks boys!!



