God Bless America
As a passionate tinkerer of other people's computers, I'll tell you the sweet stuff in life comes in heavy doses. A big rifle and a pair of wrong hands, a thin moral fiber and a color scheme that goes hand in hand with good taste. The smooth style that almost makes a man forget what inspired him in the first place. But what is this higher force that brings so much life into living? Is it Jesus? Or is it Allah?
Fat chance brother. The real God has one prohpet; a tall bearded man in a red blue and white costume. And this man's representee wears a black hat and a furr coat, his skin is green and marked with a pyramid; it's our good friend Buck McDollar , the unmoved mover who makes the world go around. Don't repeat the ancient mistake of worshipping a sandal wearing weirdo - Jesus entered the Roman households during the peak of the empire, and left them in oblivion.
And don't forget who you owe your gratitude to. It is neither Jesus nor Allah. When the summer breeze brings the smell of smoke and gasoline, or an Italian restaurant serves a pizza with cheese filled crust, when another war breaks out in the Middle East and another government operation gives acid to orphans,
I will say it again and you will say it with me; God Bless America!