A silly person that seemingly has a Bone to Pick, sings an inappropriate song that insults our feelings about our traditions, and then too many other silly Bone Pickers crawl out from under... and sets up a noise that rivals a pack of Hyenas.
Have we reached the part where "judgement has fled to brutish beasts and we have lost our reason?"
Nay, we are just being alloyed by the Melting Pot into an even greater and stronger nation, so we must learn to bury the bones and tolerate the heat of the process that will not tolerate that which seperates.
Rene Marie doesn't sing for me; I am a Black AMERICAN! Of the kind that fought in the era when Francis Scott Key penned the words to his great song that immortalized the hopes and dreams of a growing nation of growing citizens.
When we throw down the gauntlet, let us do so to defend the One Nation...