Here we are, the Bush gang is gonna do it again. They're looking for an excuse. They may have even orchestrated an excuse. You don't poke the bear, even if it's a little one, unless you're ready to wrestle said bear. America is not ready for a bear-fight. Stretched thin, our troops are at the breaking point, and PTSD is taking a toll on the minds of our country's children.
We have half the world pissed-off at us, and it seems, we don't care. We're the bully on the playground. Self-appointed hall monitors of the planet. We don't care if we're liked, cause we can kick (nuke)your ass. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. I've heard roumors of some big military action near the end of the week. What's with all the battleships in the gulf there anyway? In the last six and a half years or so, I've learned to trust my gut, and my gut says, "From the mind of Mr. dumb, something wicked this way comes."