The Price of Liberty

The most deadly mythology in the world today is the myth of American Exceptionalism. It is a disease that induces the foulest brand of hypocrisy. It enables one to look upon the fact that Saddam Hussein presided over government-sponsored homocidal acts with retributive fury and, at the same time, to countenance the fact that George W. Bush has presided over (and continues to preside over) government-sponsored homocidal acts with equanimity--and even self-righteous jubilation. Bush and his accomplices deserve the same version of legal process afforded Mr. Hussein. Let us recall that Barbara Bush has already uttered the moral equivalent of "Let them eat cake," during the Katrina crisis. We must rid ourselves of the House of Bush, but we must not stop there. The Bushes are but an obvious symptom of the disease of conceit. Take it away, Bob:

There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Comes right down the highway,
Straight down the line,
Rips into your senses
Through your body and your mind.
Nothing about it that's sweet,
The disease of conceit.

There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Steps into your room,
Eats your soul,
Over your senses
You have no control.
Ain't nothing too discreet
About of disease of conceit.

There's a whole lot of people dying tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people crying tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Comes right out of nowhere
And you're down for the count
From the outside world,
The pressure will mount,
Turn you into a piece of meat,
The disease of conceit.

Conceit is a disease
That the doctors got no cure
They've done a lot of research on it
But what it is, they're still not sure

There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Give ya delusions of grandeur
And a evil eye
Give you idea that
You're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.


Copyright © 1989 Special Rider Music

To root out the moral disease that has infected large sections of the American populace is a generational task. The price of liberty is eternal vigilance. We got lazy, comfortable after the Second World War. We let our collective guard down. The MIC proved to be every bit as dangerous as Ike predicted. We are in trouble now. But we shall overcome. Hillary is not the answer. Moral--indeed--Prophetic vision alone will save us (and many others around the world) from the deadly consequences of American hubris. Who will step forward to rid us of the cancer that is the myth of American Exceptionalism?