Fred Shines Again

Good ole Fred... He again manages to put it all together in a simple sentence when it comes to the state of the nation:

The train ain’t got no driver and no tracks.

Congress is a subcommittee of the Knesset and crooked as kite string in a ceiling fan, the Supreme Court an unlicensed morgue, and the president a shiny ball with pretty teeth bouncing around in a corporate pin-ball machine.

He also manages to peg todays generation in a poem he calls, "The all-new American couple":

I’m a metrosexual,
meek, mild, and ineffectual
My girlfriend takes karate,
stands up to use the potty
We’re gender-confused
to the tips of our shoes
The all-new American couple

And he explains it all in simple english:

What’s really slick is how the criminal element in DC has fogged the alleged mind of that vast, sprawling, larval critter, the public. Tell those salt-of-the-earh suckers out there that some hideous danger crawls ever closer, tell them you are going to protect them, and you can pick their pockets till there’s not an ounce of meat left on their bones.

I'm sorta glad I'll be checking out soon. I really don't want to experience what's about to happen to America, the coming nightmare roller coaster ride will be too much for my abused stomach.

I just want to hang around long enough to laugh at the Mayan calander nuts... namely until the quiet, uneventful morning of December 22, 2012.

Then I'm outa here... Time to try some Kinko Padre Red.