Legacy of the Flower Children

If somebody put a picture of President Bush on the bulletin board of the college your child attended captioned,”The True Face Of Evil”, what would you think?

You’d probably think some radical minded student had done it. But what if you found out that it was put up by one of the faculty? And what would you think if one of your child’s professors got up in class and asked,”How many of you feel that George Bush is a complete incompetent, raise your hands,” and raised his own hand to show that this was his feeling. What if faculty posted anti-American slogans were the norm?

if I told you that this was happening at Berkeley you probably wouldn't be surprised, but what if I told you that it was happening at a small school in Greenfield, Massachusetts?

The war in Iraq has stirred up a hornet’s nest of anti-Bush sentiment among the elite, socialistic, academic community, and some college professors who are supposed to be teaching students to think for themselves seem to be bent on shoving their own anti-American ideologies down their throats.

They call America an evil, imperialist nation and accuse President Bush and Prime Minister Sharon of being murderers and spout out all kinds of venomous rhetoric about the very country which protects their right to do so.

You guys just don’t get it. If it was left up to you all we would cease to exist in about six months.

Just as soon as radical Islam finds out that we won’t defend ourselves they’ll take this country apart piece by piece, bomb by bomb, and that includes your little piece .

President Bush, the true face of evil? You must not get out very much. Ever heard of Osama Bin Ladin or Saddam Hussein or Jong Il?

Why don’t you bunch of cry babies just admit it, you’re still mad because your boy Al Gore didn’t get elected. You were looking forward to the continuation of the Clinton years. A return to the carefree Sixties where anything goes.

It’s time you got your collective heads out of the clouds and come on board Planet Earth.

You need to realize that this is a very dangerous world, and no, America is not responsible for it as much as you’d like to think so.

You need to know that if the Palestinians really want peace they should stop blowing up innocent Israelis.

You should realize that the United Nations has become an impotent entity and will probably not get any better.

You need to know that the only thing that is separating you from being blown off the face of this earth by some Islamic radical are those young men and women in uniform you are so critical of.

You also need to know that you are in the miniscule minority and that most of the people in this country don’t think of our president as ”the true face of evil.”

You also need to know that if you find this country so reprehensible that as far as most of us are concerned you’re welcome to relocate.

I know that you sit on your lofty academic perch and look down on me and my ilk.

Well you have the right to do that, but I’d rather be a redneck than an educated fool.

Uneasy Rider by Charlie Daniels, 1973

I was takin' a trip out to L.A.
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radi-o ...
Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go.

Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn.

Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me
And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone.

I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so
He said now you just stay right where you're at
And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go.

I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said; "Who owns this car?
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"
Well, he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door.

Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dudes come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
And I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said; "You tip your hat to this lady, son."
And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath.

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee.

He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair
And said; "Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man."
"Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan."

He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said; "Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGovern for president."

"He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys
He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage."

They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said; "Now, just wait a minute, Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life."
"I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife."

Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks
And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up.

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot.

Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there.

When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A. - via Omaha.

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