During George H.W.'s Iraq invasion, I was in a bar with friends. My friend Vicki (now a Judge) was there with her date, a captain in the U.S. Army. Nice guy.
Somewhere in the evening. The DJ put on the Lee Greenwood song and ...no shit...got a flag and was parading around inside the bar leading a 'conga' line of beer drunk red necks around the bar.
The only people who did not "Stand UP" was me and the captain.
Ever since, I feel quite justified in detesting that grotesque song.
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Dammit...I hate that song more than any other song. Lee Greenwood is a suck up and can swiftly kiss Goliath's ass.
During George H.W.'s Iraq invasion, I was in a bar with friends. My friend Vicki (now a Judge) was there with her date, a captain in the U.S. Army. Nice guy.
Somewhere in the evening. The DJ put on the Lee Greenwood song and ...no shit...got a flag and was parading around inside the bar leading a 'conga' line of beer drunk red necks around the bar.
The only people who did not "Stand UP" was me and the captain.
Ever since, I feel quite justified in detesting that grotesque song.
That woman, and that song, concentrate a whole lot of "Please Kill Me!" in one place.
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