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On his CNN show Parts Unknown, he brought a sitting president (Barack Obama) to a noodle shop in Hanoi where the pair sat on plastic stools and enjoyed a $6 meal of pork noodles, fried spring rolls, and bottled beer. The table where they ate, though, is today a shrine, encased in glass, set apart like a priceless work of art.

Iron Man is now a 15-year-old black girl who might be a sociopath; the Incredible Hulk is a 19-year-old Asian hipster guy; Thor is a woman who is dying of cancer; and Captain America is a full-on Nazi — to show readers how evil Donald Trump is — while his duties as a good person have been handed over to Falcon, who is much more to be admired, obviously, because he is black.

Woodpile Report: Federalist – Melinda Gates Bashes ‘White Guys,’ Says She’ll Discriminate Against Them … she preferences women and non-whites over men and white people Are we to believe she earned her husband’s immense wealth and, therefore, we should respect her opinions? Or shall we believe she’s an overprivileged blowhard making a fool of herself?

The popularity of Congress may be in the toilet, but self-dealing rogue prosecutors with unlimited power to punish political opponents and put people in jail are so far down the toilet they are fertilizing daisies in Denmark. [click to continue…]



“We Didn’t Have This Green Thing”

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags are not good for the environment.

The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”

The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”

The older lady said that she was right — our generation didn’t have the “green thing” in its day. The older lady went on to explain:

“Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.

“Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.

“We walked up stairs because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.

“Back then we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.

“Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.

“We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the “green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

“But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?”

Via Sterling in my email


Democrats have not been this angry since Lincoln freed the slaves.

The curious side of me wondered about the square footage of material and what it was re-purposed from to make her pants, and it remains a mystery whether or not the crop top was intended to be worn as such or if the fit was a happy accident when she discovered that a quad X men’s Tee could only cover so much of her torso.

The greatest insult black Americans have had to endure from liberals was when they called Bill Clinton the “first black president.” I notice that he was not the first black president when Democrats were singing Fleetwood Mac at his inauguration, nor when he was appointing the first woman attorney general or passing welfare reform. Only after Clinton was caught in the most humiliating sex scandal in U.S. history did he suddenly become “the first black president.” (Which is not true, according to Monica Lewinsky’s description of Clinton’s private parts.)

By going bourgeois, being gay has become that great enemy of queer expression: boring. Painfully boring. Sorry, but when JetBlue endorses your lifestyle, you’re no longer an anomaly. You’re a middle-class working stiff with a Costco card and a piddling 401(k).

Hummmm…. this is a somewhat inconvenient truth. Massive Genetic Study Reveals 90 Percent Of Earth’s Animals Appeared At The Same Time | Tech Times (ht: Sensing )

Once nations hit around $4,500 GDP per capita, forest areas begin to increase.

It’s Always About Power | They do not care about safety, or the children ™, or equality, or any other excuse. Racism does not matter to them, nor does sexism. Wealth inequality does not matter to them. What matters to them is power, and these things are seen as convenient vehicles for this power. Were SJWs alive in 1930s Germany, they would have blamed all their woes upon the Jews, as they now blame straight white Christian men. It would have been convenient for them. [click to continue…]


Simply stunning as a “time for choosing.”  Kim is known to be a movie buff. This “trailer” from the White House’s “Destiny Pictures” shows how he can be the star in his own movie. Full screen and sound up to get the feeling and the drift.

And yes, there was a Korean Version.

HT: Scott Adams @ Episode 101: Video That President Trump Shared With Chairman Kim, Wow! – Dilbert Blog which I recommend highly for the commentary by Adams.


Let’s Review 86: Tweet Talk

STEALTH JEFF on Twitter: “Dear Stupid people wondering why Trump didn’t treat Kim as an inferior: we got this summit because Trump understands the Asian practice of FACE and you don’t. Dear Stupid people wondering why we should trust Kim now: Because he’d LOSE massive face if he reneges.”

F- – –  Trump!???

As a student of history, let me tell you what a Hitler-like Nazi-like President of the United States would have done these past 500 days: [click to continue…]


“The door will open.” MAGA!

After World War 2 my surviving uncle on my father’s side was with the army in North Korea at Chosin. My grandparents got him pulled out of Korea since they had already lost one son in WW 2.

My uncle never, ever, spoke of the war but one day when I was young and fooling around in his garage I discovered an envelope full of black and white snapshots that he had taken at Chosin and brought home with him.

In black and white photos I remember that the blood around mounds of NORK bodies was the color of dark shadows on the snow and one picture showed a pair of boots with human feet still inside and bones showing at the top.

That was 68 years ago. This war needs to be over. May today, dear Lord, be the day that door opened.


In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear

London by William Blake

Watching the obscene sputum drip from the lips of that ancient has-been Robert DeNiro at the Tony Awards sparked my  smoldering anger with so-called “Americans.” Although this grizzled and deformed dwarf basked in the applause of his fellow political sociopaths for his “edgy” obscenities, he filled me with revulsion. In another episode of political kabuki that infests these awards, this professional pretender “acted” the part of all the demented SocialistDemocrats who could not, and now will not, accept the choice of the American people in a free and fair election.

Instead, DeNiro and his fellow travelers continue, like spoiled and vengeful children, their ceaseless and repulsive exhibition of spite; they continue in their ever-increasing flow of bile; they continue, like the uncontrollable volcanoes of Hawaii, to ooze their white-hot hate. This ceaseless and now psychopathic hate does not stop at threatening President Trump but is directed, with the sputum-flecked fury of a shrinking cadre of history’s poorest losers, at all who would, in the slightest manner, support the President and his real accomplishments.

All decent Americans, regardless of political leanings, recognize that the Left’s tsunami of Trump derangement should have long ago abated. Every day these vile and squalid attacks persist more and more decent Americans desert this dwindling and hellish choir and return to life. They may not announce this change of heart to their friends and families. They do so out of fear of being cast into the role of local pariah and so their silence deepens. But silence, they soon find, does not avail them.

Many discover that friends, family, and co-workers have been commanded to by their masters to view silence as assent. They find that the Left increasingly requires the enthusiastic support of their Two-Minute Trump Hate sessions. They find that if they do not “go along” they will not “get along.” This is underscored by the constant reports of others who have lost their livelihoods and their access to the various “Dark America” controlled social media platforms. They rightly fear this sort of techno-shunning and job-killing powers of the propaganda arms of “Dark America.”

And why shouldn’t they since the propaganda from the puppet masters’ dark satanic mills spew forth from all the mass media outlets. This anti-American, democracy-destroying, propaganda suffuses the television from programs to commercials. It simmers, seethes, and gibbers in the new witch hunters of Facebook and the perverted leaders of Twitter and their “hate speech” police. In these pretend realities, like those of the stage on which DeNiro spewed his bile or in a host of films released into knowing losses but because they carry the Left’s “lessons,” their utopian world carries on with none of the supporters facing the least of any consequences. Indeed they are, like DeNiro, rewarded like the trained seals they are with the fat if rotten fish of fortune and fame for spouting the Party Line.

I can envision, in my more secret mind, many “consequences” for these vile “Americans,” but these visions are so violent and rabid the closest friends to which I confide they find them too extreme, and endeavor to talk me down from them. The latest and somewhat acceptable vision involves wood-chippers and compost piles such as that seen once in the Longmire television series. But even that relatively tame “consequence” suffuses me in too much hate.

And so I find myself praying, not for the redemption of these vile Americans, but to be released from the anger and hate that they stir within me. In such prayers, it comes to me that reacting in anger and hate is, to a fine degree, exactly what the puppet-masters of clapped-out souls like DeNiro want to happen. They want the hate to grow. They want the degradation of the population to become deeper. The degraded Left in America, having lost their majority and now shrinking to a smaller minority daily, wants what the Left always wants of a decent society; it wants it to become worse. As the old Bolshevik saying goes, “The worse the better.”

The Left, when it feels its grip on a culture loosen, always seeks to promote widespread unhappiness and violence. In our current state, they cannot do this through direct political means so they seek to do it through the one area that they still control –absent many wood chipper rides pour encourager les autres — the media and the culture. Hence the unceasing flow of septic thoughts and programs and presentations.

And so, since I cannot live on a constant diet of hate, I ask along with a few hundred million other Americans, another old Bolshevik question, “What Is To Be Done?”

To ask this question is to shake the oracular 8-ball and constantly come up with the answer, “Reply hazy try again.”

To many of my fellow fed-up Americans the answer is “Civil war real soon.” I admit I like to entertain this answer in my hate-filled fantasies and can spin scenarios with the best of them. But then I think of the reality of the civil war in “Syria” and all my fantasies fade as all such terrible fantasies should. I can, of course, imagine a number of incidents that would trigger such an event but I shall, for now at least, let those fantasies fade as well.

In truth, looking at the kind of evil America represented — today by the toothless DeNiro and tomorrow by some other puppet locked in his mind-forged manacles —  I know we have not yet finished with the first Civil War and do not need to conjure another. I find, in my calmer state, that I want this country to be at the state it was, the state that Lincoln pleaded for in his first Inaugural address.

And yes I know, since we have not yet finished the first Civil War, that many here and elsewhere view Lincoln as a tyrant of the first water. Still, the prayer given on March 4, 1861  is one that might yet serve and protect us now. If we can hear it and if we can heed it.

Today I pray that all decent Americans can hear and heed Lincoln’s prayer and that it does not become like the sad and ironic banner flapping over a dead world in the old movie, On The Beach. That banner says, above a pile of corpses, “There is still time brother.”

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Frequently Answered Questions

Everywhere you go you see “Frequently Asked Questions” scattered about to help you find out what everybody else apparently knows. Nobody, as far as we know, is helping you with the essential questions of life, the Frequently Answered Questions ™.

These are the questions you ask or answer hundreds of times in your life? But do you answer them correctly? Sadly, millions of people do not.

As a public service, we present the first in our ongoing series of answers to Frequently Answered Questions (TM). If you have any Frequently Answered Questions you’d like help with, send them in and our crack staff of out-of-work philosophers, professional wise-guys, cut-rate gurus, and grief counselors between assignments will be happy to enlighten you.

If I light the fuse, should I get away?
If you didn’t believe what was printed on the side, just stand there a few seconds more for the definitive answer.

If you love me still, will you love me moving?
Only if I don’t have to pay for the van.

Am I guilty?
When you put yourself on trial the verdict is always guilty.

Have you driven a Ford lately?
Yes, but only as a $19.99 a day rental.

If you ask this after hearing “Duck!” it’s too late for an answer.

Will I ever learn?
Of course, you will. Just not now. Better luck next time.

Are you a boy or a girl?
A popular insult during the 60s and 70s, this question have been rendered null and void with the rise of the gender-optional generation.

Is it cold enough for you?
Always a heartwarming question since it signals that the depths of winter have been reached and that it is only three short months until the same person will ask, “Is it hot enough for you?”

Who will be my role model when my role model is gone?
Either that man back down the alley or some roly-poly, little bat-faced girl. In either case, you might want to rethink needing a role model.

What would Jesus do?
Why don’t you ask him? He will tell you. The hard part is for you to act on it. Not a bad role model if your role model is gone. [click to continue…]


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They tried to get me to hate white people, but someone would always come along & spoil it. ~ Thelonious Monk (Monk’s Advice, 1960)

As against our gauzy national hopes, I will teach my boys to have profound doubts that friendship with white people is possible. ~ Ekow N. Yankah (New York Times, 2017)

Though the question seems naïve to some, it is in fact perfectly valid to ask why black people can get away with behavior that white people can’t. The progressive response to this question invariably contains some reference to history: blacks were taken from their homeland in chains, forced to work as chattel for 250 years, and then subjected to redlining, segregation, and lynchings for another century. In the face of such a brutal past, many would argue, it is simply ignorant to complain about what modern-day blacks can get away with.

Yet there we were—young black men born decades after anything that could rightly be called ‘oppression’ had ended—benefitting from a social license bequeathed to us by a history that we have only experienced through textbooks and folklore. And my white Hispanic friend (who could have had a tougher life than all of us, for all I know) paid the price. The underlying logic of using the past to justify racial double-standards in the present is rarely interrogated. What do slavery and Jim Crow have to do with modern-day blacks, who experienced neither? Do all black people have P.T.S.D from racism, as the Grammy and Emmy award-winning artist Donald Glover recently claimed? Is ancestral suffering actually transmitted to descendants? If so, how? What exactly are historical ‘ties’ made of?

We often speak and think in metaphors. For instance, life can have ups and downs and highs and lows, despite the fact that our joys and sorrows do not literally pull our bodies along a vertical axis. Similarly, modern-day black intellectuals often say things like, “We were brought here against our will,” despite the fact that they have never seen a slave ship in their lives, let alone been on one. When metaphors are made explicit—i.e., emotions are vertical, groups are individuals—it’s easy to see that they are just metaphors. Yet many black intellectuals carry on as if they were literal truths.

One such intellectual is Michael Eric Dyson, who recently shared the stage with Michelle Goldberg in a debate against Jordan Peterson and Stephen Fry. Though the debate was ostensibly about political correctness, it ranged everywhere from Marxism to ‘white privilege.’ Around halfway through the debate, Dyson said:

If you have benefitted from 300 years of holding people in servitude, thinking that you did it all on your own…”Why can’t these people work harder?” Let me see…for 300 years you ain’t had no job! So the reality is for 300 years you hold people in the bands…you refuse to give them rights. Then all of a sudden, you ‘free’ them and say, “You’re now individuals.”

Taken literally, Dyson’s claims make no sense. No person has ever suffered 300 years of joblessness because no person has ever lived for 300 years. Of course, Dyson wasn’t speaking literally. His ‘you’ refers not to identifiable, living humans, but to groups of long-deceased individuals with whom he shares nothing in common except a location on the color wheel. But by appropriating a grievance whose rightful owners died long ago, and by slipping between the metaphorical and the literal, Dyson was able to portray himself as a member of an abstract oppressed class and Peterson as a member of an abstract oppressor class. In his reply, barely audible over Dyson’s sanctimonious harangue, Peterson put his finger on this rhetorical sleight-of-hand: “Who is this ‘you’ that you’re referring to?”

Many black progressives use the myth of collective, intergenerational transfers of suffering to exempt themselves from the rules of civil discourse. Dyson, for instance, responded to Peterson’s criticism of the concept of ‘white privilege’ with the finger-wagging rebuke: “You’re a mean, mad white man!” Despite hurling this racialized insult, Dyson will likely face no consequences. The question naturally arises—what would have happened to Peterson if he had called Dyson a “mean, mad black man”? I think it’s fair to say that Peterson would have received something less pleasant than the round of applause with which Dyson was rewarded.

The celebrated journalist Ta-Nehisi Coates provides another example of the lower ethical standard to which black writers are held. In his #1 New York Times bestseller, Between the World and Me, Coates explained that the policemen and firemen who died on 9/11 “were not human to me,” but “menaces of nature.”1 This, it turned out, was because a friend of Coates had been killed by a black cop a few months earlier. In his recent essay collection, he doubled down on this pitiless sentiment: “When 9/11 happened, I wanted nothing to do with any kind of patriotism, with the broad national ceremony of mourning. I had no sympathy for the firefighters, and something bordering on hatred for the police officers who had died.”2 Meanwhile, New York Times columnist Bari Weiss—a young Jewish woman—was recently raked over the coals for tweeting, “Immigrants: They get the job done,” in praise of the Olympic ice-skater Mirai Nagasu, a second-generation Japanese-American. Accused of ‘othering’ an American citizen, Weiss came under so much fire that The Atlantic ran two separate pieces defending her. That The Atlantic saw it necessary to vigorously defend Weiss, but hasn’t had to lift a finger to defend Coates, whom they employ, evidences the racial double-standard at play. From a white writer, an innocuous tweet provokes histrionic invective. From a black writer, repeated expressions of unapologetic contempt for public servants who died trying to save the lives of others on September 11 are met with fawning praise from leftwing periodicals, plus a National Book Award and a MacArthur ‘Genius’ Grant.

The Rihanna incident; the Dyson-Peterson debate; the Coates comment—the thread running through all three examples is that modern-day blacks are permitted to employ language and behavior for which whites would be condemned. And wherever these racial double-standards show themselves, appeals to historical oppression, and to a metaphorical ‘we,’ follow close behind. After all, it is argued, how can Dyson and Coates be expected to abide by a so-called ‘politics of respectability’ in a country that routinely humiliates and subjugates them. Indeed, all demands to uphold colorblind standards ring hollow in view of America’s foundational plunder of ‘the black body,’ we are told. The ‘black body’? Such abstract claims are rarely met with the concrete question: to whose black body are you referring?

RTWT @ The High Price of Stale Grievances – Quillette   Published on June 5, 2018  comments 252


The Guys’ Rules

I am currently being visited by the woman who saved my life when my heart stopped. Besides being wonderful and witty and wise, she pulls no punches when she points out what a curmudgeon’s curmudgeon I have become in the dawn of my dotage. In this, she is correct since I find my patience with, as Mark Twain put it, “the damned human race” grows shorter with each passing year, month, …day.

Still, it’s hard to accept her wry insights and sage observations since I spend most of my time without the benefit of a woman’s civilizing point of view. On top of this, since most of the time I argue with myself, I am not used to losing an argument. This makes me cranky. Being cranky I actually (can you believe it?) endeavor to “win” arguments with her. This is always a mistake on my part since bluff and bluster cannot prevail over brains.

Fortunately, I have come across this set of rules that many men have collaborated on and set down as eternal guy wisdom. Finally, the guys’ side of the story. I plan to present these rules to her later today secure in the knowledge that she will, at last, see things from the sane guy point of view. If I live I will report back.

And yes I am wearing my surge protector.

We always hear the “rules” from the female side. Now here are the “rules” from the male side. These are our “rules”! Please note… these are all numbered “1” ON PURPOSE!

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports. It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.

1. If you won’t dress like the Victoria’s Secret girls, don’t expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.  Don’t ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color.Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing”,we will act like nothing’s wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle!

1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, expect an answer you don’t want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine … Really.

1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as sports, the weather, or hunting.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.


“Is this the mouth that launched a thousand leaks?”

NY Times Reporter and Senate Staffer Caught in Sex-for-Leaks Scandal : Veiled threats were never my style, but I know a thing or two about the behavioral patterns of herd animals, and the universal contempt for Our President among the left-wing hacks of the D.C. press corps is hardly a secret, unlike the classified information that James Wolfe was handing over to Ali Watkins in exchange for sucking his middle-aged penis. Heckuva job there, Miss Watkins.

Affirmative action € means hiring people because they can’€™t do the job well. Near-synonyms are “diversity,”€ meaning groups that cannot do the job well, and  ”inclusiveness,”€ which means seeking people who you know cannot do the job well.

America still maintains reservations for Indians, but that’s only because no one knows how to get rid of them.

The “Peanut Worm” and its pals… Scientists Share The Terrifying Creatures They Found In 16,000 ft Deep Ocean, And We Almost Wish They Hadn’t

CountryTime Lemonade Takes Action Involving Dangerous Lemonade Stand Thugs

Gay Cakes?  Nothing Narrow About This Huge Win In The Culture War

Who says there’s no good news? You’re Fired: Mick Mulvaney Fires Entire CFPB Advisory Board

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Sad News from Fox News

“No regrets.”


It used to be daily, and then it was weekly, and now it’s down to around once a month when, no matter what I am doing, my mind jolts to a halt and I think, in all caps, HOLY MOLY, DONALD TRUMP IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! I can only imagine how this thought festers like a suppurating chest wound inside the skulls of all the leftists and the progressives and the socialists and just plain treasonous so-called citizens in the media and in their audience.

To them it is still:
To which one can only say, more in sorrow than in anger, “Yeah. Right.”


“Next time we’ll just pick our own cotton”

He could slide the “wog” word past his Hollywood audience in 1972 but in 2018 Randy Newman’s got some ‘splaining to do ’bout all that monkey business.

In America you’ll get food to eat
Won’t have to run through the jungle
And scuff up your feet
You’ll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day
It’s great to be an American

Ain’t no lions or tigers, ain’t no mamba snake
Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake
Ev’rybody is as happy as a man can be
Climb aboard, little wog, sail away with me

Sail away, sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay
Sail away, sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay

In America every man is free
To take care of his home and his family
You’ll be as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree
You’re all gonna be an American

Sail away, sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay
Sail away, sail away
We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay