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God. Family. Country.
Sometimes I marvel at their beautiful family. They try to smile but they have to much shit on their teeth.
And I marvel at their daughter's new baby girl, with two black eyes ‚cause she couldn't stop crying.
They thought the house was overcrowded before. An abortion wouldn't have been have the murder
Of this childs life. Daddy's fist are always flying. He drinks all day and talks bullshit. He believes christ's call of capital punishment for the crimes og homosexuality and blashemy. Mom cooks and cleans and cooks and cleans and shuts the fuck up. They wait for the day when the tide is turned and for once it is them who is somebody. They save up $5.00 an hour from the new job this land of opportunity gave them. Somehow they blame non-whites and immigrants instead of the rich for their problems. He wishes the world would go "back to basics". A time when he could hunt "niggers", beat his wife and kill "faggots", go to war and clean this country up. But right now this place is shit. 9 to 5, bills, TY needs to repaired. The car's fucked. It takes extra hours to pay the rent. Yet, somehow, they manage to look up at that glorious flag and praise this country that can do no wrong. That country that looks out for them. You'd better no talk shit about it.
That flag is your freedom.
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