Nothing says God bless America like smacking a Donald Trump piñata until candy bleeds out of his ass. Should I feel bad for encouraging children to beat our future piñata shaped president with a baseball bat? When I was ten-year old I don’t really remember elections but I do remember my hippie parents not liking George …
When I think about America I think of kites on the wind; a sunny Southern California day with just the wisps of clouds on the horizon. I think of county fairs that actually have cattle , pigs, real live stock. I think of a baby Clydesdale all legs and tufts of fur on his wobbly legs, starring at …
Its nice to be home, and not living in a fifth wheel trailer without flushing toilet. Yes, this was my only complaint about being “Trailer Trash” Now I’m sitting on my porch covered in two sweaty long haired cats who missed me THISMUCH, listening to the sounds of my neighbors coming down off of …
I love this poem, one of my favorites. It was written so long ago, but still rings true today. Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes Let America be America again.Let it be the dream it used to be.Let it be the pioneer on the plainSeeking a home where he himself is free. (America …