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A discourse on America as I see it

I am oft known as a right wing pundit who spouts nothing more than party line rhetoric and stands behind a set of principles that is no longer viable in today's society.  I know I am a stalwart against a tide of short sighted and often disengenuious ideals.  I wake every morning believing that I live in one of the greatest nations on our current planet.  I teach my children to be proud of their nation, their ancestry, and the beliefs they have been brought up with.  I have to come to realize, however, that my family does not, nor has it ever, represent the true American dream.

I have failed in the sense that I am the first person in three generations to fail out of High School.  I am learning from people I know and love, that because I do not sweat at my job or strain my back in an effort to build this nation, I am less and deserve less.  I look at my employer, who struggles daily to stay afloat and keep serving as well as they do...and to serve more with less.  Upon seeing the struggle of the one who gives my family food and shelter, I find it difficult to ask for more from them.  In America today, that makes me a failure.

I cannot willfully abandon my debts or duty to pay them.  I cannot, with any pride, ask for something from my government which I do not need or would not be willing to return.  Yet my government will spend on things that help none but a select few.

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A Poem

There once was aplaceonthe.net

It was a place where new friends met.

I looked it over today

And I have to say

An update would be a good bet.

 

It once had pictures and post.

It had a formula that wasn't milk toast.

I read it each morn

Now I am forlorn

'Cause my friend has no blog for to boast.

 

His dad would write such nice quibbles

I saw artistry that wasn't just scribbles.

Now it is all empty

There's nothing  a plenty

I miss Mr. Wiegmans cool drivels.

 

He once used wordpress then drupal

a theme he had once that was purple

its blue resembles my feeling

it's emptiness still has me reeling

In his schedule he should find a loophole.