Kind of like holding a baby shower for yourself…
only you keep killing off the babies.
This is such a bad idea that I didn’t believe it was real.
First off, this type of thing should come from outside groups (where is ClearChannel on this one?) and not from the Pentagon. Last time I checked their mission was to fight wars and defend America, not put on public marches and possibly the shittiest concert to ever hit the mall. Clint Black? I thought he was Steve Garvey in a black hat. Instead of playing Bill Graham, Donald Rumsfeld should be figuring out why he can’t seem to come up with the equipment and the strategy to protect the soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Secondly: September 11? That was the day the Pentagon slept and the current administration managed to allow the United States to be attacked. You don’t see the French having a picnic to celebrate Dien Bien Phu Day. Honestly, this has Karen Hughes size fourteen footprints all over it.
And then: A concert? A fucking “Hey, it’s 9/11, are you ready to rock
Cleveland DC? Awwoooh!” concert?
Here’s a sample of lyrics that won’t be heard in DC that day:
Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
Now my granddaddy sang me this song
Told me about London when the blitz was on
How he married grandma and brought her back home
A hero throughout his land
Now Iâ€™m standing on a runway in San Diego
A couple purple hearts and I move a little slow
Thereâ€™s nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a place called Vietnam
I had a buddy at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They’re still there, he’s all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms
Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,
He’s not smart, a C student
And that’s after buying his way into school
Beady eyes, and he’s kinda dyslexic
Can he read? No one’s really quite sure
He signs stuff and he executes people
Maybe that’s why, he doesn’t have any friends
Cocaine and a little drunk driving
Doesn’t matter, when you’re the Commander in Chief.
Idiot son of an asshole
He’s the idiot son of an asshole
Then there’s a drum solo….
(Add your own lyrics in the comments)