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The Unobservant Texan

A good ol' redneck boy lived down in Texas
In a good ol' redneck town called Nowheresville;
He looked out down his dreary little Main Street,
Its 4x4s and burger bars a joy to see
And thought, "Sure as Hell's there's someplace better 'n this
Where Ah kin visit, now my poor Jackie's gone to Heav'n,
Fightin' furr his flag in distant I-rake,
Where some heathen towelhead didn't com-pree-hind
That he'd come to save him for the Lawd and dee-mock-raycee
And (thinkin' Jackie's come to steal his Oil and shoot his kiddies)
Shoved a gray-nade up his patriotic Yankee asshole,
Which sure as eggs is eggs made sweeping up real hard
Seein's as how the bodybag they sent us had but scraps in."
And 'twas not as though Jackie was the first to die
A-fightin' fer the star-spangled banner, no sirree,
His brother Aaron has had gone to meet his maker
In distant Viet-NARRRRM as a result of having
Pointed his napalm flamethrower the wrong way
Thereby frying his close-cropped military skull.
Amen! The Lord don't care a bucket of cowshit, no way.
Hallelujah!

And so that redneck boy got on his horse "Ole Sambo",
And mosey’d right on to the travel agent's shop,
Saying "Yeehah, boy, Ah sure would like to see the world
Now Ah ain't got no goddam heir to leave mah dollars to,
No one to beee-queath mah ranch and mangy cows to.
You know mah family name is McNamara
And my dear ol' mom's first name was Jock,
So I reckon I must be Scotch and I shore feel proud o' that.
So I gotta see me those Scotch Highlands,
Play me some golf and guzzle down a quart
Or three or ten of rare old mountain malt,
An' then mebbe, ma good ol' lady, bless her obese ass,
Can buy herself some nice plaid placemats
For us to put upon our groaning table
When next we have a family Bar-B-Q."

The travel agent looked real inter-rested
Seeing he'd had a real bad business day
Having sold but two Greyhound tickets to Houston
For some boys he'd swear were dirty faggots.
"Mind you boy," quoth next our stalwart hero,
"Don't book me into no Edinberg as that sounds
Kinda like a Jewboy town and I don't hold with that.
No way! Yeeha!"

So off he flew from Dallas Fort Worth Airport
With his newly minted US passport in his elasticted pants,
His wife and he weighed six hundred pounds between them
So their buttocks had to go as excess baggage
(Well, not really folks, only a neo-modernist metaphor).
He had to change planes once in New York City
But was damned if he'd get out and visit
Such a den of crime and delinquency,
Full of Wall Street smarties, grinning Jews
And liberal-minded pinko fairy assholes,
The sort of smartasses you sure wouldn't want
In your golf club, defilin' the pure Texan air.

After gorging on an endless, tasteless, greasy
Feast of US airline slop and free weak beers
Our heroes came down to earth in earthy Glasgow,
Which they were surprised to find a mighty city
Not just some cute bonnie wee Scottish township,
Filled with lil' ol' pipers, kilts, just like Brigadoon.

And so he came to see the glorious Highlands,
The Great Glen, the lochs and cute wee Arisaig:
"Gee whiz" he thought "This sure is friggin' awesome,
We don't have this in our lovely Lone Star state
Although we could afford to ship it piecemeal."
He played golf in hideous tartan trewsers,
Pathetic portly pillock striding over link and heather;
He tried every brand of golden malted liquor
He could lay his podgy paws on, not knowing
They were marked up but watered down with cowpiss;
He bought a tartan tam o'shanter in the garish hues
Of the non-existent McNamara clan,
But he didnae ken 'twas newly minted
For rubberneckers by the Scottish Tourist Board
Always keen to make a pound or two out of mugs.

He loved those lil' ol' glens and lochs and mountains,
He loved his lil' ol' B&B, with its phoney
Antlers in the hallway and malt whisky marmalade
And genuine Scots hospitality at only twice the normal price.
Gee, if only he'd been born in Scotland
Instead of Nowheresville TX (USA);
Gee if only son Jackie hadn't been a soldier
And had his big fat bollocks blown to Kingdom come;
Gee but you cain't turn back that lil' old clock
'Cuz the Good Lord, he don't operate that way.
No how.

And so, many thousand dollars the lighter,
Mary Lou and he went back to Noweheresville,
No wiser for their only visit to the real world,
Looking forward to a well-done T-bone
Big enough to feed a dozen children
Starving in a shitty shanty village,
Denied the drugs the fascist US government
Is too criminally parsimonious to give.

Once they'd landed back on Texas' sacred US soil
And waddled through the armed guards' welcome posse
(A Homeland need now that Uncle Sam is worldwide-hated),
He and Mary Lou knew they were back in Godzone landscape,
Far from the homo-liberal atmosphere of old Europe.
So they climbed, gum-chewing, gun-toting, into their huge gas-guzzling auto,
Gazing fondly round them at the fat folks just like them,
Reg'lar guys who knew not Kyoto from cockadoodie,
Folks who loved the cut-price smell of greenhouse gases,
Reg'lar guys who loved to use their semi-automatics
To keep their ranches free from starving wetback kiddies.
And what a joy their State was free from dirty commie thinking!
Gee it was great to be back in goddam civilization
And how sad their son had died to keep Amer'ca brave and great again,
Not to mention good ol' brother Aaron with his patriotic flamethrower,
Or his gallant Great Granpaw Jeremiah who had bravely
Slaughtered so many pesky unarmed redskins at Wounded Knee.

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most of the way through at the pathetic attempts of language attributed to those Texans; but all in all, it was funny!
You would have done better to have left out the yeeha and the "Denied the drugs the fascist U.S. government etc..."
The couple you speak of probably would have gladly donated to the Red Cross or some other agency to alleviate the suffering of those poor little starving chillin'. Especially if they knew that those kids were eating dogs and cats to stay alive. I can hear her now! "Oh, for land's sake, imagine them having to eat their dogs and cats, let's send them a bunch of money so that they can eat real meat!" Oh, and I don't think that anyone who has a brother named Aaron would be too concerned about visiting Jewtowns. His brother would most likely have been named Billy-bob or Matt [after Marshall Dillon]. ~ Geezer.
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Obviously the Aaron joke fell flat. Maybe I should skip subtlety and change it to Elmer? Or Billy-Bob? That sounds pretty Christian Evangelistic to me.
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Edna
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I do believe that would have worked better. ~ Geezer.
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