4 thoughts on “The Dick Cheney Sentient Robot Heart Monologues”
He is still alive, while the four students he justified the Army gunning down forty-one years ago today are still dead. And not one god-damned blog other than mine across the slice of the cybersphere I monitor has mentioned the anniversary of the Kent State Massacre.
This is how we forget.
I didn’t forget. I just didn’t have much to say about it.
I’m fifty-seven today. Because of this, because of what happened on my sixteenth birthday, I joined the Army to learn how to fight back. Did a Tour of Duty, though we were promised otherwise. I was later Court Martialed for fraudulent enlistment and dishonorably discharged, with to this day no VA benefits.
I don’t need a tattoo to never forget.
Jimmy Buffet said it best, a long time ago… [S]he said Mama I’m fine if you happen to wonder,
I don’t have much money, but I still get around;
I haven’t made church in near thirty-six Sundays,
So fuck all those West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gowns.
[S]he’s a long ways away from those West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gowns.
He is still alive, while the four students he justified the Army gunning down forty-one years ago today are still dead. And not one god-damned blog other than mine across the slice of the cybersphere I monitor has mentioned the anniversary of the Kent State Massacre.
This is how we forget.
I didn’t forget. I just didn’t have much to say about it.
I’m fifty-seven today. Because of this, because of what happened on my sixteenth birthday, I joined the Army to learn how to fight back. Did a Tour of Duty, though we were promised otherwise. I was later Court Martialed for fraudulent enlistment and dishonorably discharged, with to this day no VA benefits.
I don’t need a tattoo to never forget.
Jimmy Buffet said it best, a long time ago…
[S]he said Mama I’m fine if you happen to wonder,
I don’t have much money, but I still get around;
I haven’t made church in near thirty-six Sundays,
So fuck all those West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gowns.
[S]he’s a long ways away from those West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gowns.
Four dead …
poor liver!
poor robot heart!
bwahahahahahaha …