Our rabid righteousness seems like the only thing, you know,

uniting us with outrage better’n a bull seeing red, but who’s righter?

Ringing in a new year, there’s us sitting on somebody else’s

oil wells, so nobody steals em. You know, the ones we

have nary a drop of stake in.

There’s us killing a bad, bad man so he don’t kill any more

of us.  You know, us ones who sware in “Thou shalt not kill”.

Ringing it in, we’re nicely asked to leave another country,

but we ain’t leaving till they pay us for the base they didn’t

ask for.  Meanwhile back at the ranch, there’s us taking

the AR’s we legally own, and involuntarily needling those

too young to know that their ancestors fought for the right to

choose such themselves.

You know, so they can go to “school” to be sex edu-macated,

common cored, cell phoned, no-disciplined,

so they can go on to borrow over their heads to learn em

how to make more money in the land of in-opportunity.

You know, so they be smart enough to know who the enemy really is.

Fair is fair, whether it’s your half a million, or somebody else’s.

Never mind that we won’t spend a couple billion trying to keep

out those illegal aliens yearning to be free, there’s no prolem

blowing 738 billion on a defense budget with money we don’t

have.  But, you know, you’re OK boomer.  It’s a good thing

we knows what good is, or we’d really be in trouble!