There's a gay man, with his gay rights
Living in a gay neighborhood
He's gotta gay pride march coming to his hometown
You know, he thinks, he's got it so good
And there's a woman with a banner
Featuring the David's star
And they come to her and say
Hey, Jew Dyke, we can't permit you to blot our march

Aw, now is this America .. for you and me
Is this America .. something unseen
Is this America .. How are we free?
Little pink triangles for you and me

Now there's a Crowder, on the alt-right
Posting on his YouTube station
He's got a sleazy foe, who's acting vile
He says, "Lord, this is gay assasination"
Cause they told him, when he was younger
They said, "Boy you get to air your views"
But just live everything else, these sacred rights
Just weren't meant for you

Aw, now this ain't America .. for you and me
This ain't America ... where he's can be she
This ain't America .. no speech for thee, no
Little pink emblems for you and me

Well there's people, and more people
They know what's at stake, stake, stake
Go to work in some small shop
And they're forced now to make some fruit a cake!!
And there's whiners, and there's workers
And that's a real big deal
Cause the normal man sees the swill
The shrills and the sheer ill will (Oooooh!)

Aw, now is this America .. they'll rule by decree
Is this America .... there's nowhere to flee
Is this America .... we're forced to agree
Little Pink triangles for you and me

Take back America .. for you and me
Take back America .... F#ck this PC!!
Take back America ... restore the FREE!!
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Little fierce Clingers like you and me
Aw, like you and me!!

Comrade Callmelennie...what can Jackalopelipsky say??

Fawning forelock tug,
Jackalopelipsky
#BR 549

PROGG OFF:

I always hated the fact that Melloncamp penned what appears on the surface to be such a rousing anthem to America, especially in the final stanza. But of course, he had to lick the palms of his progg-tard masters in the music industry with his precious, ever-so-ironic dig at the country that made him rich and famous

Well f#ck you, John "Lapdog" Mellonc#nt; I j#st fixed that final stanza for you

Callmelennie wrote:PROGG OFF:

I always hated the fact that Melloncamp penned what appears on the surface to be such a rousing anthem to America, especially in the final stanza. But of course, he had to lick the palms of his progg-tard masters in the music industry with his precious, ever-so-ironic dig at the country that made him rich and famous

Well f#ck you, John "Lapdog" Mellonc#nt; I j#st fixed that final stanza for you

Double cone of silence progg off ---he bought the guilt of having made it in America StateChurch of the Sacred Heart of No Redeemer penance to earn salvation Today for the guilt of being a successful artist in corrupt nation. The nation is corrupt therefore anyone achieving success is going to StateChurch of the Sacred Heart of No Redeemer HELL....and the Bishops of the StateChurch are drawing a YUGE salary to ferret out your sin...and they got ALL the authority and all the applications required. StateChurch Bishops preach that their own success has NOTHING to do with the System...and your chance in it...then the scorpion sting of GUILT...which must be atoned for in public self flagellation to gain State Church of Sacred Heart of No Redeemer 'Certificate of Eternal Salvation.'

Prog ON...Seriously, you done really gooood Comrade. Jackalopelipsky's got no award...just fawning forelock tug.

Que Guevarra! I fervently hope the Dearest Energizer Jackalope Comrade was not too taken aback by the raw tone of my actual ego!!

But it does bring to mind the wisdom of the revolutionary biologist and agricultural reformer, Trofim Lysenko, who once noted "Sometimes you need to puree a few beets to make a bowl of borscht." Sometimes, you must ignore the niceties and fire back with Katyusha-like abandon with no regard for collateral damage

And due to the toxic masculinity and gynophobia that pollutes the mind of all cis-gendered males, the imputation of female genitalia will remain one of our most effective missiles. It cannot be otherwise

Some of us loved it when Mellencamp tried to dance. Reminded us of a drunk spastic hit with a stun gun. Which proves that any comrade, after downing a quart of vodka, becomes Fred Astaire!

Callmelennie wrote:
But it does bring to mind the wisdom of the revolutionary biologist and agricultural reformer, Trofim Lysenko, who once noted "Sometimes you need to puree a few beets to make a bowl of borscht."

Jackalopelipsky knows all about Lysenko's borscht proverb. Jackalopelipsky was found GUILTY of being a beet that NEEDED to be pureed for the common good...even though that common good ended up being a bonfire of humanity for ALL the COMMON types in community. When Jackalopelipsky tells of getting "treatment" in Basement Treatment Room featuring mental sandblasting and acid jigglebath treatments...is not humorous jest...is actual fact. 30 years later, and just look at the community we live in and if it ain't Lysenko's secret recipe of borscht..then what are we talking about here boon companion of karaoke hooliganism?

Sometimes, you must ignore the niceties and fire back with Katyusha-like abandon with no regard for collateral damage

The energizer bunny Jackalopelipsky is ALL in on this solution... and like Joan Jett sang, "Hit Proggs with your best shot". Jackalopelipsky knows who has borscht for brains but yet oppressively in position of MORAL authority.

your pal, the energizer bunny of Katyusha firing karaoke hooliganism,
Jackalopelipsky
#BR 549

Best Russian Driver wrote:Some of us loved it when Mellencamp tried to dance. Reminded us of a drunk spastic hit with a stun gun. Which proves that any comrade, after downing a quart of vodka, becomes Fred Astaire!

Don't worry B.R.D. Mellancamp is STILL paying for the guilt of success in corrupt nation. He's romantically involved with Amerikka's Sweetheart who could never keep it in her pants - Meg Ryan. Jackalopelipsky could almost plead mercy for Mellencamp. Self-immolation as a means to earn salvation is like Russian Tragedy.

Great Balls of Stalin!!! Comrade and boon companion of Karaoke Hooliganism Callmelennie, but this Karaoke is Smmmooookin' in the charts.

Ok..Comrade Karaoke Listeners! It's up to you. Have a cigar and go far spreading this smoookin' Grade A Prime Grassfed, evenly marbled, carefully seasoned, mesquite grilled, Karaoke gravy train. Yes, Comrades, dare to share the clicks comrades!!

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This Cube Revolution ain't going anywhere without YOU! Comrades!! Get out of those trenches because The Enemy to Cubism is just beyond that hill, brothers. Click!! Comrades!! [Looking for video of Dr. Zhivago scene of Commander encouraging Russian WWII troops to crawl out of trench into field of ice and snow.]

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Jackalopelipsky....over and out