A BULL MOOSE IN THE AGE OF AQUARIUS: AN OLD CONSCIENCE FOR NEW CONSERVATIVES

Foreword

On my last trip home, I saw a tree I had played on as a schoolboy bulldozed for "progress." That stirred my childhood outrage at turncoats who betray the fight for truth, justice, and our American dreams. That outrage leads me to wage political warfare on those who are re-inventing and destroying America. They're running us off our cautiously tread, tried and true, moderately progressive, constitutional path that led toward our American dreams. They're leading us onto a right-wing reactionary road. They're leading us down a garden path where they're selling out our republican principles. They're using fallacious myths to create a new world order of multi-national coorporate fascism.

Our Old Tree Horse

Our old tree horse is felled.
Our old tree horse is dead.
Tractor Cats pawed earth around
And laid our world bare.
Our old tree horse is gone.
Boy's laughter fades as well.
Boy's dreams recede
Into a gaping void of earth laid bare.

Glorious quests we conquered.
Evil schemes destroyed,
We rode into our childhood's sunsets
On that tree horse of dreams.
We charged upon our Silvers, Triggers--
Six guns flashing in the sun,
School boy cowboys playing Sheriff,
Drawing fast and watching villains run.

We fought for truth and justice
Against all odds and foes:
We fought for Davy Crockett and the Alamo;
All evils we opposed.
We fought for all the fairness
We fought for in our games.
We fought for truth and justice
And our American Dreams.

Big Cats have now uprooted
All our childish glee.
Tonka trucks, grown heavy with new reality,
Have dumped on our all our dreams.
We're left with worlds to play in
Laid bare of certainty.
We're left to fight the good fight
Against new two-faced foes.

I'm left to fight the good fight
Against new two-faced foes
Who order trees up-ended
And Cats to paw the earth,
Who order dreams uprooted
And our dreams disposed.

Our old tree horse is dead.
Our old tree horse is gone.
But all the dreams that linger,
I'm sure we'll carry on.
I'm left to fight for fairness
For all in all their games.
I'll fight for truth and justice
And our American Dreams.

-Edromar

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A BULL MOOSE IN THE AGE OF AQUARIUS: AN OLD CONSCIENCE FOR NEW CONSERVATIVES

Our Old Tree Horse

See Chapter 1, Introduction

See Endnotes for Chapter 1, Introduction

See Chapter 2, True to our Roots

See Endnotes for Chapter 2, True to our Roots

See Chapter 3, Our Real Roots in Conflict!

See Endnotes for Chapter 3, Our Real Roots in Conflict!