In this age

Where nothing can be simple

Where compassion and reality

Just don't see eye to eye

The questions never stop

And the answers never satisfy



Well guess what, America?

You already know more

Than you ever had the right to know

They can't tell you everything

And it's for your own good

So stop being so damn ungreatful



More sacrafices are being made

For your safety and your freedom

Than you can ever fully appreciate

But your bleeding hearts here at home

Leave a bigger mess to clean up

Than the whole 2nd Gulf War



What is it, America, that you're trying to prove?

Who are you trying to impress? The French?

Dressed to the nines in your best protest clothes

And parading around with your picket signs

I'll bet the lot of you have never had the pleasure

Of having to decide to send your country to war



Do you think he wanted this?

Do you think he wanted September 11th?

Do you think he wanted to clean up that mess?

Or have to confront the demonds of the past?

Do you think it was easy for him?

You probably do.

Where's the compassion of your bleeding hearts now

When the leader of your country needs it?



Why don't you look beyond your self-righteous noses

to stop denying the very real threats we face today

And thank your President for his commitment

to preserving your way of life by any means necessary

Or a soldier for his willingness

to make the ultimate sacrafice

so you can demonstrate against him



For God's sake, stop focusing on your precious ideals

of how things *should* be

And take a moment to step back and see

what's being done to achieve those goals

It may not be your way, but I dont see

anybody coming up with a better, more effective plan

I just hear a lot of bitching about

how awful and messy and unpopular war is

(Because popularity is EVERYTHING)



At least after war the soldiers stick around

to clean up after themselves

When are you gonna mop up the mess

you make with your bleeding hearts?

05/25/2004

Posted on 05/25/2004
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