The Decade from Hell is drawing to a close…
…this one has been an indictment of humanity, and one that cast a curse across the death of the American dream and the end of the American century before it. One in which they dug up the fathers of freedom and the ideals of liberty and justice, made of them straw martyrs; soaked in the oil and blood of heroes, innocents, war and greed; lay them out to burn for all of us to witness. God bless the American corpse. The Devil take the warmongers, the banks, the silent few…
It’s been a decade of increasing surveillance, political correctness in the name of control and the slow insidious exercise of government interference into our lives. Controls on alcohol, smoking, parenting, the internet, drugs, medicines, war. What a f**king waste of time…and all the while the rotten American dream weeps bloodied yellow stars and failure across the pages of history and poisons the global economy…A decade of complacency. Of interference. Of economic & ecological suicide; Of pride and hate and greed.
I spent time in the great American Northwest. Beautiful rolling plains, mighty snow capped mountains, the grand Columbia river and vast damming ahievements to man’s stature. A topology of god and a testament to the wilderness. I shot a lot of brass from alot of fine firearms, drank strong beers in the bars and quality bourbon with Sheriffs and Huntsmen, ate like a king, high on the hog. The British American coalition in Iraq was strong. At dusk fragrant logsmoke filled the crisp cool air, before the dark ink of night time’s star filled chasm descended and a bright sun exploded from the horizon, trees, eagle soaring at dawn. All the while gold and yellow stars hung from the windows of the neighbours smalltown windows. In memory of those killed in service abroad. Two stars hung from the porch of the house flying Old Glory at the bottom of the street.
“Im not exactly sure why the hell they were over there – fighting for what I can’t say, I am an American and a patriot – that my sons died for nothing?”
