Old people forming bands

Brandon FL

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This land is my land, this land is your land, from California, to the New York Island... You are for gun rights. You are against Abortion. You support violence on the other side of the globe, and call your countrymen socialist for wanting to spend money domestically. You think women have the right to choose. You don't think everyone should have a gun. You support individual rights and equal opportunity, and you're all too willing to open your heart to people, and you complain when they stab you. You both need oxygen, water, food, and shelter. A car and some good gear would make your life better. You both enjoy good tunes, and good times. Bullets, knives, and blunt objects can injure you in the same ways. You both bleed. You both will die. You can't bob your head and have a good time if you think the guy next to you orders babies in trunks from Wayfair. You can't dance when you think the guy at the bar not bobbing his head has a gun. You can't play music when your audience is so riled up by the cable news networks they watch, they brawl. You can't go home to your family when you're dead. You won't stay free if blood is on your hands. There won't be gigs during a civil war. The collapse of society isn't good for the scene. Last time it happened, it plunged us into the dark ages until the renaissance. Your so woke, but you're blind to the consequences. Your so patriotic you lose sight of what you have. We only have so many years in this place. We can spend it fighting, or we can spend it partying. I'd rather sit back, enjoy some good tunes, and pass it to the guy in the red hat and pour the woman in the cat ears a drink.