"I was over in Australia, and everyone's like:
'Are you proud to be an American?'
And I was like,
'Um, I don't know, I didn't have a lot to do with it. You know, my parents ****ed there, that's about all.'
Y'know...I was in the spirit realm about that time:
'**** in Paris! **** in Paris!'
But they couldn't hear me...Because I didn't have a mouth.
I was a spirit without lungs, or a mouth, or vocal chords.
They ****ed here.
...Okay, I'm proud...
I hate patriotism. I can't stand it...Makes me sick.
It's a round world last time I checked, Okay?
Know what I mean? I hate patriotism.
In fact - that's how we can stop patriotism, I think...Instead of putting stars and stripes on our flags, we should put pictures of our parents ****ing.
Gather people around that flag and see your dad hunched over your mom's big 4x4 butt.
See if any boot rally mentality can circle round that little ****ing image.
"God...Damn, I'm out of here. **** it."
"Is that your mom?"
"Shut up!"