My neighbors are partying.
They have the bar set up in their garage, a loudspeaker blaring, and horseshoes poles in the street.
Why should the thousands of dead and suffering mar their long weekend? Why should they give up their drunkfest to donate blood or money? What do their shallow souls know of propriety, shame, empathy or angst?
Their COORS sign flutters in the late afternoon breeze.
Their kids drive around on mini-motorcycles they call “crotch rockets”. Adults flutter around the keg.
They voted for Bush- therefore they own each and every one of his bodies. They made his environmental disasters, his wars, his smirk possible.
I think Republicans have no souls.
