Send them off to die for a fucking lie
What’s left of our heroes headed home needing help?…only the word Why?
They believed all of U.S. “Supported” our troops…
Only to SEE “hearings” that proved they were duped
Gave everything they had… to have our backs
Only to realize…once home
They were really the ones under attack
Corrupt politicians hide in houses made of glass
Refusing to throw stones at their own shattered ceilings while posing as bottom feeding asses
Leaving American Dreams forgotten and buried in a pile of OUR heroes ashes~Daryl~
Motherfuck the maniac Prick Cheney…Much disrespect definitely intended!!!
I was only 5-years-old, but I remember the song below playing on the radio when my mother had a cookout July 4th,1969. I also remember all hell breaking loose as 7:30PM suddenly became midnight because of a monster storm that blew in from Lake Erie. Noah Ave was filled with broken branches, leaves, lightning bugs, and backyards that turned into ponds. When Smokey sings-this vivid memory brings me right back to a house that will always be my home.~Daryl
I’ll always be more concerned with folks starving to death in our own alleys vs. the military agenda of ANY allies abroad. We don’t need to keep paving someone else’s road while allowing a crack to become a crevasse on one of our own.
We live in the greatest country in the world, yet we have this persistent bowel obstruction, posing as a legitimate Congress, that would rather vote to fund the study of camel flatulence in a fucking desert with no name faster than providing food, shelter and the slightest glimmer of hope for those right in their own backyard. We will approve giving someone else’s army millions of dollars, but deny housing and healthcare for our own soldiers when they return to a reality of being fucked-up forever, because they were deceived to believe they were fighting for SOMETHING…as they gave…and lost EVERYTHING.
It needs to be more about”JUST-U.S.” concerning our own alleys vs. those of our allies-We have no choice, We HAVE to get it right!~Daryl~
Back in the day=No Gray!!!!-1980. Have a great Thursday EVERYBODY!~Daryl
We have people begging in the streets for scraps of genetically modified food while politicians who helped put them there in the first place argue about an unlivable, unacceptable “minimum” wage. Conservative&Liberal scumbuckets preach diversity and inclusion yet we witness the “Breaking News” of an interracial High-School prom in the sticks of The “New South.” Whether it be Newtown, Chicago, or Kimlyn Circle in Akron, Ohio, we continue too witness unnecessary gun-related violence escalate beyond the limits of reasonable tolerance.
What do many in our society want to focus on? Who’s zoomin who in the boom-boom room.? How big will Kim’s ass continue to get before her and Kanye bring a baby into this world?-only too be raised in a most certainly, single, soon too be parentless household-Can you say Nanny? Massa Media is not only the medium-It is massaging our society, as a whole, into a catatonic state from which we may never awaken. Never liked being massaged much, because I’m far too ticklish.~Daryl
Bitch Ass Wiggas need too take a step back
Adapt to the
Fact that you aint Black
Can’t erase the tracks
Of Brown…accidentally showing…pants barely hanging above the ground.
Colored draws couldn’t hide your flaws…from a moment of pause
Skidmarks of racial resistance inflame your existence despite your insistence
Being down with “Jigga” still don’t make you “My Nigga”
Nothing more than a Bitch Ass Wigga! ~Daryl
I woke up this morning due to Stanley once again elevating my entire body above the limited height of a most plush mattress. As I approach my 50th year on this planet, Thank God Stanley is still able to stand and steam. Stanley from 25 years ago, felt the need to literally iron his way through as many female folds as possible. Driven by hormones, he felt the compulsive desire to “straighten them out.” Today, Stanley still stands, but his position points high, in a most positive, one-way direction. Respect, Love, and Loyalty, have remained and reigned in Stanley’s veins for over 20 years. Instead of being prone to point in multiple directions, Stanley, at almost 50, still stands proudly, firmly pointed, and planted, in the most important and uplifting reality of life=LOVE!!!!!!!!! ~Daryl