America has no clothes
The frothing on the beer head has blown away. The champaign bubbles in the impressive stemware have subsided and the fox has eaten all the chickens. The year is 2009 AD and this is America; five hundred and seventeen years old.
Just like the Emperor, America lay bare in the most humiliating of circumstances. Gloating, heaving her chest, frolicking in the sun with a boa around her neck and ribbons in her hair, so proud of her exhibitionism. Spain admonishes, “Girl, go look at yourself!” Germany calls her a shameless hussy as Russia and China energetically coax, “You go, girl! Strut your stuff! Shake your money-maker!” and the band plays on. France weeps and England giggles. Sad.
Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
God bless Bill Gates, WPFW, C-Span and the spirits of the unborn for the help,
BB
Just like the Emperor, America lay bare in the most humiliating of circumstances. Gloating, heaving her chest, frolicking in the sun with a boa around her neck and ribbons in her hair, so proud of her exhibitionism. Spain admonishes, “Girl, go look at yourself!” Germany calls her a shameless hussy as Russia and China energetically coax, “You go, girl! Strut your stuff! Shake your money-maker!” and the band plays on. France weeps and England giggles. Sad.
Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
God bless Bill Gates, WPFW, C-Span and the spirits of the unborn for the help,
BB
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