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America Ruined a Prose Poem

The Boys of Summer, the Greatest Generation, were snookered into a series of Democrat designed wars, all very neatly promoted by Hollywood leading the way like the collectivist Pied Piper that they are. It was punishment for our sins ordained by the Almighty, and the effects linger on.

The immorality thereby released under the excuse of winning these wars was a genie never put back in the bottle. Gypsy Rosalie proceeded to open nudity everywhere, producing the Slut Generation of the 21st century.

The unsuspecting plow-boy was seduced, and along with him his wife and children. There is now no visable way of turning back. Yet if we are to restore that which we were dispossessed of, we must move forward towards it, not backwards in nostolgia and longing. Looking back killed Lot’s wife.

The way to a return to the past is bared by the Crossed Swords of Fiery Angels, and the gate is closed and barred. To find a comparable land to the one we lost, we must go out in search of a new Eden somewhere else. That place may, indeed, even be out among the stars.

During these Democrat wars, the girls worked in Canteens, and the boys got incurable diseases in strange lands, and brought them home. That corrupt seed flowered into the “illegitimate” children, called the Baby Boomers, who became the 60’s avenging angels that brought down the Republic. So, now what?

Now we have a professional mercenary army, increasingly composed of non-citizens, debauched women, no children, and a homosexualized masculinity queer eye cocked for every straight guy.

There were valiant attempts to set things right, but none ever had a chance. Some tried to seal the border with Mexico, and almost succeeded for a while, but it was a half measure doomed from the start, a sop to public opinion. A mere token.

Sentiment did us in, mercy did not serve us well, and compassion was the final blow. Only ducks are forever, and even they may not last under some circumstances. At least, they show no mercy, so they may have a chance at survival, that is, if we don’t kill them first.

But, not to worry, all ducks, dogs and cats go to heaven. It is only humans that must fear Hell.

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