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INSIDE THE FUNDAMENTALIST MIND OF A TRUE BELIEVER… WITH A GUN

Preface:

The Right-Wing’s line of crap

Says we all must be well-strapped

So fundamentalist fanatics

All carryin’ automatics

Loaded guns ‘n scripture

What’s wrong with this picture?

Fingers on the trigger

Hatin’ on the nigger     

Who had the fucking nerve

To beat out Mitt and serve

Whose candidates espouse

Out the corner of their mouths

It’s all Obama’s mess

And these yahoos all go “YES!”

English: Glock 17, second generation

English: Glock 17, second generation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And the bigoted hate-filled blather

Works them up into a lather:

 

(God, I have ta do somethin’…soon)

 

Yeah, it ain’t Wall Street that robs

It’s them Mexes take our jobs

All them brown-skinned sons of bitches

Pickin’ lettuce, diggin’ ditches

Keepin’ me from rightful riches

All the jobs that I could do

All that work that’s goin’ to

All them immigrants that take

All the money I could make

It’s a fucking lousy bitch

Man, I gotta scratch this itch

 

(Shit, this trigger finger itches!)

 

In the name of our Lord Jesus

Rid us of them all who squeeze us

‘Cause just like Trump and Cruz

And them people on Fox News

I know it’s all THEIR fault

And we better build that wall

‘Cause if we don’t were done

Immigrants is gonna run

Us white folk out of here

Fox is right that I should fear

Think I see my duty clear

 

(God, this finger REALLY itches!!)

 

And them others who’re so smart

Without Jesus in their heart

Who have never even heard

The true and righteous word

They’ve also caused our grief

With their lack of true belief

Gotta put these bastards down

They cannot push us around

Shall I be an instrument

Of the righteous heaven-sent

An avenging angel of

My lord and savior up above?

 

(God, Oh GOD! – My trigger finger won’t stop ITCHIN’!!!)

 

Is this is our great crusade?

All last night I prayed

And the answer loud and clear

Came thundering in my ear

“You know what you must do

For God and country you

Must cause some blood to spill

It is my word and will”

And so In God I trust

And will do what I must

 

(Oh God, yes Lord, it’s time!! IT’S TIME!!)

 

Lord, I will purify

In the name of Jesus I

Shall sanctify thy word

Yes, Lord thy will is heard

I will pick up my gun

And thy will shall be done

None shall escape thy wrath

In your name a bloody bath

I shall go forth and if I die

My sacred gun shall purify

 

(I do this in the name of Jesus Christ my Lord and Master)

 

It’s all their fault we do this

Their fault it’s all come to this

These others who just take

While I can’t get a break

These lib’rals who kill babies

These liberated ladies

Every nigger, Jew and gay

It’s time for them to pay

I do this as a Christian

On this, my holy mission

Yes, I am God’s true soldier

And His truth is in MY HOLSTER!

 

Amen.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “INSIDE THE FUNDAMENTALIST MIND OF A TRUE BELIEVER… WITH A GUN

  1. I was watching Trump and Palin on the gym tv, news tape rolling below, fortunately I had my headphones on with musical brainfood but you don’t need the sound on the tv. You can tell what’s going on by the pointing and the hollering’ and shots of audience cheering. It’s been weird watching the USA polarise during the last 12 months. Even though there have always been vocal extremes and anyone with enough money to buy a bigger soapbox is allowed to spout what they like – and that’s freedom of speech – Amen to that. (Careful now, almost turning into a hick there.) But more than ever there seems to be a lack of thinking before mouth is engaged, and even worse, it seems to be applauded. I know us Brits can be criticised for meddling and commenting on US politics but what the hell, it’s a smaller world than ever and what you guys do the rest of the world seems to follow sooner or later. After all, Congress can always throw a Helms-Burton at us.
    We hold on to the belief that someone as whacky as Trump couldn’t make the White House, could he? We thought we hit the bottom with the Bush/Blair era. Anyway, I keep the faith.
    Keep taking the piss, Tony. It seems voices of sanity are in short supply.

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    Posted by Single Malt Monkey | January 20, 2016, 6:53 am
    • Al…it’s just too wacky…i sat there last nite mouth agape at the dog and pony show put on by these two jokers. i shall keep on “taking the piss” and am in process of writing a poem re last nite. our citizenry between the coasts are appallingly stupid and driven by fear. a dangerous combination which, i seem to recall, mirrors Germany in the mid 30’s. very scary. thanx for the reasoned comment. continue…

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      Posted by barkinginthedark | January 20, 2016, 2:10 pm
  2. In the meanwhile back in 1966 Zappa is writting this:
    Well I’m about to get sick
    From watchin’ my TV
    Been checkin’ out the news
    Until my eyeballs fail to see
    I mean to say that every day
    Is just another rotten mess
    And when it’s gonna change, my friend
    Is anybody’s guess

    So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
    Hopin’ for the best
    Even think I’ll go to prayin’
    Every time I hear ’em sayin’
    That there’s no way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day

    Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
    Seen the cops out on the street
    Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
    And chokin’ in the heat
    Listened to reports
    About the whisky passin’ ’round
    Seen the smoke and fire
    And the market burnin’ down
    Watched while everybody
    On his street would take a turn
    To stomp and smash and bash and crash
    And slash and bust and burn

    And I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
    Hopin’ for the best
    Even think I’ll go to prayin’
    Every time I hear ’em sayin’
    That there’s no way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day

    Well, you can cool it,
    You can heat it . . .
    ‘Cause, baby, I don’t need it . . .
    Take your TV tube and eat it
    ‘N all that phony stuff on sports
    ‘N all the unconfirmed reports
    You know I watched that rotten box
    Until my head begin to hurt
    From checkin’ out the way
    The newsman say they get the dirt
    Before the guys on channel so-and-so

    And further they assert
    That any show they’ll interrupt
    To bring you news if it comes up
    They say that if the place blows up
    They will be the first to tell,
    Because the boys they got downtown
    Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell,
    And if anybody gets the news
    Before it hits the street,
    They say that no one blabs it faster
    Their coverage can’t be beat

    And if another woman driver
    Gets machine-gunned from her seat
    They’ll send some joker with a brownie
    And you’ll see it all complete

    So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
    Hopin’ for the best
    Even think I’ll go to prayin’
    Every time I hear ’em sayin’
    That there’s no way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day

    Hey, you know something people?
    I’m not black
    But there’s a whole lots a times
    I wish I could say I’m not white

    Well, I seen the fires burnin’
    And the local people turnin’
    On the merchants and the shops
    Who used to sell their brooms and mops
    And every other household item
    Watched the mob just turn and bite ’em
    And they say it served ’em right
    Because a few of them are white,
    And it’s the same across the nation
    Black and white discrimination
    Yellin’ “You can’t understand me!”
    ‘N all that other jazz they hand me
    In the papers and TV and
    All that mass stupidity
    That seems to grow more every day
    Each time you hear some nitwit say
    He wants to go and do you in
    Because the color of your skin
    Just don’t appeal to him
    (No matter if it’s black or white)
    Because he’s out for blood tonight

    You know we got to sit around at home
    And watch this thing begin
    But I bet there won’t be many live
    To see it really end
    ‘Cause the fire in the street
    Ain’t like the fire in the heart
    And in the eyes of all these people
    Don’t you know that this could start
    On any street in any town
    In any state if any clown
    Decides that now’s the time to fight
    For some ideal he thinks is right
    And if a million more agree
    There ain’t no Great Society
    As it applies to you and me
    Our country isn’t free
    And the law refuses to see
    If all that you can ever be
    Is just a lousy janitor
    Unless your uncle owns a store
    You know that five in every four
    Just won’t amount to nothin’ more
    Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
    And make up songs about being poor…

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    Posted by transtime | January 19, 2016, 11:33 am
    • one of my idols… and i played that LP – Mothers of Invention – to death and i can sing it as i read it. a true genius Zappa. FYI; i wrote “Don’t Nobody Move (This is a Heist) in the 60’s also. and got arrested in the big march in DC in ’63 thanx C. continue…

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      Posted by barkinginthedark | January 19, 2016, 2:09 pm

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