Aw c'mon you guys, Spaw, outa the goodness of his heart(?), offers you the opportunity to rant and howl and ya jist start with the love feast "Actually I really kinda like the place." Snivelling wimps. "God Bless us everyone." ooohhh, ooky, ooky, ook.

The place looks like a strip mall and is covered with parking lots. The rivers flood 'cause there's so much oily run off from the asphalt.

Wal-Mart, K-Mart, Fast-Mart, Easy Mart, Fast-n-Easy Mart, More-for-Less Mart, AM-PM Mart, Drive Mart. "Your snack food one-stop." "Meat snack convenience rack" with fifteen kinds of jerky and fifteen kinds of slim-jim dried machine extruded sausage facsimilies. And racks of cholesterol soaked starch/sugar food substitutes.

Everywhere there are defectives driving with flag poles sticking out of the post holes of their trucks and big wind tattered american flags whipped to shreads making ugly ripping noises that scare horses and livestock.

Our political "leadership." Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
So where is this Belgium place?