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Category Archives: beer
Hay For The Royal Horses
The villagers stood around screaming, “The village is burning” and there they were, standing around looking at the fire doing nothing but screaming. “Put this fire out now!!!” they demanded of the King who, far off in the distance was … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, animals, beer, collateral damage, democracy, drunk, Edward Bernays, empire, farm, farming, farms, fear, god, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, life, money, oil, Olive trees, Palestinians, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, refugees, short story, taxes, terrorism, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Bush, Clinton, farmers, farming, fire, horses, human rights, humanity, kings, Obama, poem, poetry, Propaganda, queens, short story, taxes, tradition, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, writing
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Road Trip
Billboard after billboard too many to count mile after mile road after road state after state buy this car buy this whiskey buy this beer call this lawyer when you get pulled over for driving this car after drinking this … Continue reading
Posted in Advertising, alcohol, america, american dream, beer, coffee, driving, money, poem, Poetry, recruiting, religion, Uncategorized, war
Tagged Advertising, alcohol, America, american dream, billboards, driving, military, poem, poetry, recruiting, road trips
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stand-up guy
no one thinks I’m funny and I’m running out of money telling jokes in this dive and I can’t take 9-to-5 only 5 people in here drinking fifty cent draught beer and no one laughs or cheers just shoot shit … Continue reading
Daily Memories
so, it’s Memorial Day sales again and I remember when Cub Scout packs would take up the back of the parade and families would struggle to find shade along Main Street in late May with temperatures rising we shuffled our … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, addiction, Afghanistan, alcohol, america, american dream, anxiety, beer, bigotry, blood, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, education, Edward Bernays, empire, family, fear, freedom, guilt, hate, hatred, heroes, history, hope, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, ignorance, imagine, Iraq, justice, Korea, Liberty, life, love, media, Memorial Day, memories, peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, solidarity, suicide, truth, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, whiskey, wine, working class, world war one, world war two, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, anxiety, Beer, bigotry, bread and circuses, CNN, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dreams, Edward Bernays, empire, FOX, freedom, humanity, ignorance, iraq, justice, love, Memorial Day, memories, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, suicide, truth, veterans, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, whiskey, World War One, World War Two
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Patriotic Country Song
Nine-eleven nine-eleven Budweiser and apple pie nine-eleven nine-eleven I think about it and start to cry nine-eleven nine-eleven left old glory tattered and torn nine-eleven nine-eleven just four years after kids were born, kids who fight and die for freedom … Continue reading
Biergarten
Pint after pint at beer gardens and halls, washing away decades of history, tales only of Bavarian kings and biergarten gals serving another round now have sorrows to drown too, but they have too much work to do resting a … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, Bavaria, beer, beer garden, Biergarten, capitalism, drunk, Germany, Munich, poem, Poetry, second job, working class, world war two
Tagged America, american dream, Bavaria, Beer, beer garden, beer gardens, biergarten, capitalism, Germany, Munich, poem, poetry, second job, tourism, Travel
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Thoughts on Armistice (Veterans) Day
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month… Armistice Day, the end of “the war to end all wars”…peace between nations… it went on to become, not a day to commemorate the armistice, but to ‘honor veterans … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, american dream, anxiety, beer, collateral damage, death, depression, dreams, Edward Bernays, fear, Iraq, iraq veterans against the war, suicide, war, working class, world war one, world war two
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, anxiety, Beer, bread and circuses, CNN, collateral damage, death, democracy, depleted uranium, depression, dreams, Dresden, Edward Bernays, empire, freedom, howard zinn, iraq, Iraq Veterans Against the War, suicide, veterans, Veterans for Peace, war, world war 1, World War Two
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Johnny’s All Done Marching
(With a few lines from the patriotic WW1 song “Over There” written by George M. Cohan in April 1917. Americans believed at that time that the war would be short and the song reflected that expectation) Johnny’s out of luck … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, american dream, beer, broken heart, collateral damage, death, dreams, Iraq, poem, Poetry, suicide, war, whiskey, working class, WW1
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, Beer, broken heart, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, iraq, poem, poetry, suicide, war, whiskey, WW1
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Never Forget (or, We Eat Genetically Modified Bread at the Circus)
and then Tyke the elephant broke free crushing her trainer to death and mauling her groomer as she made her great escape. She never forgot all those years of abuse being paraded around thousands of miles away from her friends and family. But while … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, animal abuse, beer, circus, collateral damage, death, ignorance, Poetry, police, racism, Tyke the Elephant, war
Tagged american dream, Beer, bigotry, bread and circuses, collateral damage, death, Honolulu, ignorance, poetry, police, racism, Tyke the Elephant, war
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