Listening to Steve Earle, Christmas in Washington, wondering how it all went so wrong. We were the Baby-Boom generation. We had it all. Secure homes, a good education, a future in the new America. We rose up to smite the gods, to tear the power from their hand and direct it toward a good cause. Now, it seems we’ve faded from the scene, the fight left unfinished, those in power are still in power and those on the bottom are still getting shafted. There are groups out there still fighting but they seem so ineffective. The machine continues to grind us down, turning this once great country into a third-world nation.

Will no one stand and scream that enough is enough? Jefferson would weep over what’s become of his beloved land. He would be on the front line of change, holding a banner high, making secret plans to overthrow a government that is no longer representative of its people.

I have no problem with Obama. I think he could be a good president, if it’s possible for any politician to be anything but a lying piece of shit out to fulfill his or her own personal agenda. He is young and idealistic and came up from the streets and you would think he might have acquired a clue along the way. It sure doesn’t seem that way. And none of those around him seem to have a clue either. Maybe they should step out of their protected door and ask the homeless, jobless guy walking down the street what’s up? He might give them an earful.

We need a WPA program, Barack. Remember FDR? What he did when the whole damn country was going down the toilet? He sent them out to every nook and quiet corner of this land. They built roads, bridges, rail lines. They wrote stories, took pictures, slapped paint on canvas. They rebuilt this place, rebuilt themselves, rebuilt their pride.

We are in shambles, Barack. We are hurting and divided and in need of guidance. Don’t be a political prick. Fuck the Republicans. Fuck the Democrats too. You’re the fucking president of this great nation. Do something.