[pic-zimbio.com Remembrance of Empire Week, 2009]Queens can do more than keep a stiff upper lip. They can sing.
you were expecting 'we are the champions'? Try again. It's been a while.
This song expresses the soldiers' desire to stop fighting stupid, pointless wars on behalf of BP and Shell. even if it means cross-dressing.
Failing that, here's another ditty:
The only thing that stopped the Empire-fest this past week was the occasional death of a soldier somewhere in Hell-man province. Those soldiers were the lucky ones. They got the Full Monty from the fawning media. Sainthood beckons.
Solemly now,
singit!
singit!
another one bites the dust. Hey! hey!
Why don't we just admit it to ourselves. We love causing death. We don't care if our government kills innocent people. It's such a powerful feeling when you know that you can rule other countries and spread chaos. It's like a religion where we play God, deciding who dies.
Imperialism. God is a bullet!
