Us, fools

Did it or didn't it find some way of realizing what it was? The simple question that you can't answer. Forget about that anyway. You want to know what brought me here. Sorry. You want to know why I brought you here. I brought you here because of Love and Theft. That's right, the whole fucking album. Because it cuts. It has many songs, separated and riddled with cuts. Spaces made. Spaces that already exist are half the site of a cut. Who did the cutting at the Grand Canyon but the river? Certainly not mules. That's a river running long before we got there. And when I say we, I don't mean settlers. I mean the settled. The Television City Kids, numbed by the false horrors that they enjoy them. The ones who thought they knew less than old warrior folks until September 11, 2001. After that point it became increasingly apparent to them that they knew more. By the time 2008 came around we had dethroned a dictator in another country. That's worked out for us in the past so we gave it another shot, but it wasn't just some shot. It was a shot of his hanging and inspection and of a war. The war we fight thrives upon our fear of the people who come in and out of our building. What have they done to us? Fools. Fools... fools... fools.

Please please America, whoa yeah, like America pleases you.