Guest author Daniel “No Passport” Bruno reports from Rio de Janeiro. Daniel is from NYC, is an author, inventor, specialist in 9/11 studies, and the interview host at www.hpub.org
When the American people get our country back, it won’t be because President Trump kept the Muslims and the Mexicans out. It will be because the best and brightest amongst us retired the bipartisan system, and established the New Republic of Great America.
Jails that once held hundreds of thousands of non-violent “drug offenders” will be re-purposed to house NeoCons; Republican and Democratic.
The name America comes from Amerigo Vespucci, the 15th century Florentine cartographer who understood that Columbus did not reach Asia. As such, all people of the Western Hemisphere are called Americans in Spanish and Portuguese. But the fact is that the United States is special and it is exceptional, although not the way the NeoCons would have us think. Let us call our new nationality “Great American.”
A July 4 Poem for the future New Republic of the United States of Great America:
Oh say can you see, by the dusk’s gloomy light,
Where proud cities stood, the check points and blight,
Of drug wars waged and generations locked up,
A police state came of age but it was just a mock-up
Of worse to come. For traitors and thieves, skyscrapers once tall
Were worth more insured in the snap of free fall.
Arabs and Muslims who couldn’t fly at all
Were used as patsies to violate Newton’s Laws.
World Trade Center 7, see that smoking heap?
Twenty minutes before, a shill told the sheep
Of its demise, here was a third reason to weep!
Within minutes and hours, Kagan and Bremer
Script long prepared, yellow Post-it notes in hand,
Screamed bomb Palestine! Bomb Iraq! Nuke Iran!
Out of an old drawer came the Patriot Act
Drafted by lobbyists, voted yea by rats.
The constitution now dead and a nation bamboozled,
Brown men in turbans became the new accused.
The NeoCon dream had finally coming true
Endless wars on their behalf, fought by me and you and you!
Archduke Obama sitting high on his throne
NeoCons gathered ’round a power point to peak
At Tuesday’s kill list, identities unknown,
Of men, women and children to be dispatched by drone,
While the Nobel Prize fake sings paeans to Bob Dylan’s
Masters of War and the novels of Joan Didion.
What’s that in your pocket? Said Mae West to AIPAC
That’s Barack Obama, he’s got our back.
Get your hand out of their pocket, said the cop to Barack,
It’s a mutual arrangement, Barack smirking, shot back.
Forget the lamestream media, turn off the rumour mill.
Three towers were felled, great fear was instilled.
Muslims were blamed and you played the fool,
Terror is the NeoCon’s psychological tool.
What had been a free press is only a shrill
Parody in the hands of socio-paths who thrill
In burning you and your republic at will,
Leaving it for dead like so much road kill.
A New Republic will rise where the dead
One lost its way, when Americans answer the call
Of duty to make right what is wrong!
The National Anthem of the New Republic of the United States of Great America
* Cadence, meter and tempo same as Francis Scott Key’s tune
Stanza 1, main chorus
Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
Our nation reborn and a country rebranded.
Where once oligarchs stood and a clique ruled by might,
The army rebelled and The People commanded:
That a nation conceived, founded in Liberty,
Stay true to her creed and reboot when there’s need!
And the star-spangled banner in triumph did wave,
In the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave!
United we stand, divided we would fall,
The great melting pot, made one nation of many.
From all countries we came, to begin a new life, in
‘merica, the Land of Milk and Honey.
The American Way, separates church and state,
No temple, no mosque, will determine our fate!
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave,
While the Land of the Free is the Home of the Brave!
Oh let freedom ring, from the majestic heights
Of all mountain tops, and from sea to shining sea.
Safe and strong in our homes, in our cars, on the street,
No fears we might meet, a rogue cop on the beat.
No police state will stand, ‘ver the freedom of Man,
While our Bill of Rights, is the law of the land!
Black, beige, brown, white, red, yellow, rich, poor and in between!
Formed one nation to be free and the home of the brave!
Genius for industry, science, technology,
Made true the promise, of long life and prosperity.
Our best minds changed the world, to the marvel of all,
Yankee novelty, redefined possibility.
And the world did rejoice, with John Glenn’s soaring voice,
One step for a man, is a leap for mankind!
And Mars beckoned us forward to new frontiers of space,
In the name of the Free and the Home of the Brave!