Our country: the place where we are about to embark on a war
that will be fought by the sons and daughters of our sons and daughters. Where
guns don’t kill people, but where people who should never have had guns in the
first place kill people. Where you can pick yourself up by your bootstraps and
succeed; that is if you can afford, or are even allowed to own, bootstraps.
Where everyone has the right to choose for themselves; unless your choice
happens to be when you want to be a parent, who you want to love, or how you
should vote.
The home of the free to do nothing and the land of the once
brave—our country tis of them, land of the death of liberty…
The Un-United States of America
