Let America Be America Again.....

Even a huge fan of Irony....I wish it were taught in California schools at an early age, as it is in New York and New Jersey and Massachusetts......I still am occasionally struck dumb.

Even as a huge fan of George Orwell....I hate it when I am gobsmacked with stories that would make him not just churn in his grave.....but turn in his DNA and opt for some other species in retrospect.

Dan Savage is a journalist from Seattle, cultural capitol of the continental US. Dan is possibly the reincarnation of Mark Twain....a distinction he probably has to share with Hunter Thompson, David Foster Wallace, and a few others. Dan some years back defined "santorum" as the foamy mix of lube, feces and sperm that results from anal sex.

Rick Santorum is the former Senator from Pennsylvania who earned the definition by equating gay love with "man on dog" and having a public ceremony with his large family to celebrate the burial of the ejecta resulting from his wife's 12 week miscarriage.

Dan's redefinition of "santorum" is so effective that it takes the first few spots of any Google search of the term.

Still.......Rick Santorum persists in persuing the Presidency of our United States.

This is not a comic graphic novel.

Most recently, Senator "Foamy Mix of Feces, Lube and Sperm" came up with a campaign slogan to support his view of America:

"Let America Be America Again!"

This is the title of a poem by Langston Hughes.....a gay black man.

I encourage you to read it.......I am posting it below.

First....please wrap your head in duct tape and move away from family members and pets you love.

Your head may explode.

Let America be America Again

Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!