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10/27/09 - (2)
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Since the days America saved the world from itself, I've lived in the hit and miss of its crazed fanaticism With "police actions," "nation-buildings," "regime changes," Be they in Korea, Cambodia and Vietnam, Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan. They continue to stagger my sixty-eight-year-aged intellect. We, as a people flaunting putatively democratic tenets, Seem to have learned nothing of substance, honesty, integrity, When it comes to summing up what's best for us —
Namely that we should stay to ourselves, not dictate war, Rather embrace Wilsonian isolationism, Let the rest of the world wrestle with its delusions of conquest, Promulgate its megalomaniacal struggles, So that we might nestle with our families, close friends, Pursue peaceful retreats in remote regions, On crappie-populated lakes reflecting geese, ducks, gulls, Not F-86s, B-52s, F-18s, And forget our transgressive aggressions of the last six decades.
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