The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was protesting in favor of alcoholic wife beating . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was marching in favor of alcoholic belting of 4 year old girls until their faces, legs and arms were bleeding pulpy masses of flesh . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was protesting in behalf of alcoholic shooting up the neighborhood with dozens of dead family members—formerly beloved of the neighborhood . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was protesting in behalf of alcoholic womanizing and the freedom to willy-nilly spread STD—particularly AIDS—as well as to shred the hearts of all the wives and children involved . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was on an alcoholic rage shooting up the local post office with dozens of family members dead . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was out joy riding—playing ROAD-RAGE-BUMPER-CARS in his Humvee . . . .several cars full of kids, wives, hubsands were afire and slowly losing their lives . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was trapped in his alcohol soaked, burning 4 X 4 wedged into the wall of his mortgage company because of a foreclosure proceeding . . . 3 mortgage company employees were now scheduled for funeral services and weeping family members . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was unconscious on the floor in front of the sofa, TV blaring . . . the dog bludgeoned to death by a vase . . . the little woman strangled to death beside him . . . the frige empty . . . the cubard bare . . . children locked in a closet . . . and his ticket was canceled.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he’d already checked out for a different locale . . . much warmer than his last one . . . frozen to the ice by his fishing hole . . . with more than a dozen empty cans of beer beside him . . . his ticket had already been voided.
The angel of Eternal Life came for him . . .
but he was racing in a drunken rage for a massive freeway support at 110 mph with wife and kids screaming beside him . . . and his ticket was canceled.
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Supporting such idiocy . . .
the NEW/OLD patriotic freedom of choice.
Long live the bloodied flag, mom and apple pie—the new symbols of freedom.