Nullius in verba | GottMitUns

Whoever "we" are, God is always on "our" side, not on the side of the enemy because we are not him.

Nation #1 ("Uncle Sam")	Nation #2 ("Uncle Joe")

"God is on our side!"
	"No! God is on our side!"
"No! God is on our side!"
	"No! God is on our side!"
. . . . .
"No! God is on our side!"
	"No! God is on our side!"
"Hey, Joe! Where'd God go?"
	"Dunno, Sam. Where'd He go?"
"I think we tore Him apart, Joe."
	"Afraid you're right, Sam."
"I think we blew it, Joe."
	"Then looks like neither of us is getting anything from Him, does it, Sam?"
Together
"Damn!"

⇒ Return to the war

The Mommy song

Patriotism on the home front. A cappella; no musical instruments, no score, like free Jazz. The more children mommy wanted the more she's got, and they're all home all the time because day care (including: K-12) is closed due to Covid lockdown, with little prospect of reopening in time to rescue Mommy from needing "mommy's little helper" (per The Rolling Stones) to help her get through yet amother(sic) day. And maybe also stretch marks, varicose veins and sagging boobs and what all else? How many "blessed events" have you had, mommy?^[1]

𝄆 MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! Mommy, I'm bored. MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! Mommy, Johnny stabbed me with his pencil. MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! Mommy, I'm hungry. MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! 𝄇∞^[2]

⇒ Go to the "Boo,hoo!" song

The war on drugs

Dear Mrs. Reagan,

This is Private John Doe, writing to you from the front. I just wanted to thank you for your very helpful advice.

We are winning the war on drugs. They really help us get through the day. Would you and Mr. Reagan like a toke?

Sorry. Gotta go now. Incoming!

Hue, South Vietnam. January 1968. Apocryphal.

+2024.02.16 v049

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⇒ Go sing the Boo Hoo song!

Footnotes

↑ Why do people procreate? (1) In primitive societies children are people's only Social Security System. (2) Lack of convenient and effective contraception and abortion services. (3) Peer pressure and social indoctrination ("Keeping up with the Uterusus" "If you don't have children you are being selfish and not doing your part, because your country always needs more manpower."). (4) Inadequate sex education for alternative ways to have orgasms than vaginal coitus. (5) Keeping busy (If you cannot create anything with your mind you can still get satisfaction of procreating something with your body; kids are more interactive than slot machines in a casino, for example). (6) Other?
↑ This song has no end. To stop it you just have to stop it, e.g.: by pulling the electric plug or hoping for a power failure. Or smashing the record player. Any way that works.