Friday afternoon musings, to the tune of Lee Greenwood’s “Proud to Be an American”…

(1st verse, from a diabetic)

Looks like all the precious things are gone,

That I’ve worked for all my life,

And I wish that I could start again,

And keep my children and my wife

The local banks and lawyers

Took my house and car away

When an accidental illness

Left me with bills no one could pay

I once was proud to be an American

Where I thought that I was free

But I won’t forget how Congress lied

Just to keep down folks like me

I would gladly stand up next to you,

But I’m now riddled with pain

‘Cause their ain’t no doubt who runs this land

God help the USA

(response from the republicans)

We pay taxes that go to finance war

In a land we’ll never see

So we’re rich enough to bomb and kill

And bail out GM and Wall Street

But all you kids and mommies

You disabled and elderly

Why should those like me have to pay for you?

That’s not how this land should be…

Cause I’m proud to be an American

Where the dollar is still king

And the Senator will not forget

All the donors just like me

And I gladly stand up, blinders on

And ignore those who debate

‘Cause I only care if I get mine

God bless the USA!