Saturday, June 6, 2015

Butterbeans and Saddle Oxford Shoes

Everybody hurts. It's one of the few things that we all really share. Everything's local, you know. Some neighbors are just closer than others. I'm a geographer. The very concept of lines in the sand determining who owns what land is ludicrous to me. Don't forget that most of our wars are fought over such tripe. Hey! Somebody twenty years ago died defending this cloth with stars and stripes and moons. Now, in order to prove that you believe in the right god and your government officials, you should send your boy off to die, too. My cynicism does not apply to the soldiers. They were the original collateral damage.

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