I was standing next to a frothing crowd with my WWII medals on my chest,looking at an angry guy in a tricorn hat and wondering when patriotism became about demanding a tax cut. It’s about sacrifice, dumbass, I thought to myself, not the other way around.
Sometimes I look at you and I just want to fuck you raw.
Oh, America, you dirty little tramp, you love it.
Sixteen year-old Helen grinned ear to ear, a twinkle in her voracious green eyes, after watching a weather report that showed a cold front about to sweep across America. Maybe now she would get the Corvette Daddy agreed to buy her “when hell freezes over.”