"When you accept money in payment for your effort, you do so only on the conviction that you will exchange it for the product of the effort of others. It is not the moochers or the looters who give value to money. Not an ocean of tears nor all the guns in the world can transform those pieces of paper in your wallet into the bread you will need to survive tomorrow. Those pieces of paper which should have been gold, are a token of honor -- your claim upon the energy of the men who produce. Your wallet is your statement of hope that somewhere in the world around you there are men who will not default on that moral principle which is the root of money." ~ Ayn Rand
Happy Independence Day, Daddy
[to the tune of "America the Beautiful" in honor of the US "handover" of Iraq--to George's dad's oil buddies!]
Oh beautiful for "sovereignty" Where we pull all the strings Our armies back our chosen spy Just see what freedom brings! America, America Impose its will on thee 'til all concede or else they'll bleed for all eternity
Oh beautiful for interims Where we impose the laws With war crimes pacts and oil contracts Relieved of all their flaws America, America God smite our raghead foe An iron fist to terrorist! And all who dare say no
Oh beautiful revenge on him Who tried to kill your Dad Who sold him those munitions grim And weapons by the scad America, America The Big Lie be your friend With armies' might, pursue your right To Empire without end
Oh beautiful for nations bought Like pearls upon a strand Where liberating army sought Our oil beneath their sand America, America May no one bar thy way Old Glory waves o'er all your knaves On "independence" day!