My generation supposedly saved the world from the forces of darkness. My children are callow monsters who laugh at me and the ideals I cherish and vote fools into office because they saw them on MTV. My eyes are hollow and bloodshot and my wife left me fifteen years ago. Every night my teeth rest in a glass and every morning I have a bowel movement and I couldn't even begin to get it lip these days. They've lost sight of whom they serve-the people who vote them and their kind into power. They betray our highest ideals, our loftiest principles. They sell out the American dream in exchange for stealth technology and sonic weapons. They sit in their offices and debate the'Ac~ord with the skinny little fucks from space. And worst of all, they just plain think they're right. They think we're just too pig-headed and selfish and old to let go of what we once were. They think they understand liS, those who know we're still around. In that time we've come back strong, doing things they couldn't conceive of. Army (Ret.) Final Report 2/25/94 It's been twenty-four years, a month, and twO days since the bastards brought us down.
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