Take it from Arizona Marine Corps veteran JoJo Sweatt: Parades are supposed to be about celebrating heroes, like so many of the women servicemembers who stepped up to defend our country — not a president who disrespects them.

Now, I'm the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the nazis.

You're right daily 'cause you're feeling yourself But I know you're a phony, reaching high on the shelf A John Doe And I'm blue daily, kneelin' hither and yon, to my foes You're no you-er than I ever was, with my woes (Whoo!)

"Waiting patiently, calm like a bomb. I can't wait to fight this fight again; also, I'm ready to mob all these fuckin' charlatans!"

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I've got solar flares for your dead gods Space dust for your fuel rods Dark days for your solstice Dancing through the depths of Hellfire on the winds that Started from within, my Blood beats so alive, might Tear right through my skin

As below so above and beyond,I imagine Drawn beyond the lines of reason Push the envelope,watch it bend Over thinking,over analyzing separates the body from the mind Withering my intuition,missing opportunities,I must Feed my will to feel my moment,drawing way outside the lines

Blast off, it's party time And we don't live in a fascist nation!! Blast off, it's party time And where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you?

His spires are growing taller still Oh, shadows spreading throughout the land Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man Into the tower, never go, the horrors multiply Gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralysed

Nick Junior on mute, puffin bleed at night Skeed in the weed hours, deep study in the mix Open up them doors, have 'em shittin' bricks In effect, the verse big box, little pricks Pause again, fiddle sticks Teeny white pill within the skiddle mix, Villain

what kind of shithole party boos Zelensky and cheers the Tate brothers

This is born alone die alone, so my dialogue's dastardly Life's a tragedy generator operating at max capacity This is porno for piraters, to the crooks it is relaxing I am foreign to that soft talk, you can tell it from my accent

And yet I find Repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead

Conditions create a villain, the villain is givin' vision The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons The forehead engravers, enslavers of men and women Includin members of clergy that rule on you through religion

I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen, you was mesmerized Cellular phones, soundin' a death tone Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize

In this time the most precious substance in the universe is the Spice Melange. The spice extends life, the spice expands consciousness, the spice is vital space travel.

A .44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball Rolls alone on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel

They tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence.

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Thank you to my people at Lincoln Heights, Cincinnati for pushing out those nazies and burning their bullshit nazi flag!

It's scammer bliss when you puttin' villains in charge of shit All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin' Pardon them as they work until every pocket's been picked and soul been harvested I'm ready to mob on these fuckin' charlatans

It's set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves for all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away, get in front of it Brother, did ya forget ya name?

Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak I'll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries I lust after greatness, I'm aiming right at its ovaries

Let's have a laugh at your expense, shall we? Remember, they're just jokes. We're all going to die soon, and there's no sequel, so, yeah.

Right for a right wrong for a wrong This is clearly not life's design Figure out quickly that nothing gets answered When you ask the universe why Life is a journey, to live is to worry To love is to lose yo damn mind But living's a blessing so I am not stressing Cause sum of my friends aint survived

You see, we like our nazis in uniform. That way we can spot 'em, just like that. But you take off that uniform, ain't nobody guna know you a nazi, that dont sit well wit us.