Back in 1969 Woodstock Festival occured on dairy farm in the the Catskills in the town of Bethel, New York. Country Joe and the Fish sang the Vietnam Song. here I was a young boy but it did have a catchy lyrics. A few years later. I knew a few hippes who had attended. (20 t0 24 years of age) Peace and love was their motto. These were their ideals. Most of these people had liberal attitudes. Many protested against war and authority. Looking back now I realize that many liberals are hypocrits!

 Where are the liberals now? Why aren’t they protesting? My how times have and  haven’t changed. How ironic that the generation of 60′s  liberals are prosecuting war in Afghanistan, encouraging the rise of Islamists, attacking Catholics on abortion and threatening patriotic Americans at home. I guess what those 60′s liberals were really protesting was their lack of power, not the ideals they espoused.  I have adjusted the lyrics to fit the time we live in.

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,

 Uncle Obama needs your help again.

 He’s got himself in a terrible jam

Way down yonder in Afghanistan

So put down your books and pick up a gun,

We’re got Al Qaeda on the run.

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And it’s one, two, three, What are we fighting for ?

Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,

Next stop is Pakistan;

And it’s five, six, seven,

Open up the pearly gates,

Well there ain’t no time to wonder why, Whoopee!

we’re all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don’t be slow,

Obama is sure helping you rake in the dough

There’s plenty good money to be made

By Bernake creating His Q E charade,

But just hope and pray when we go off the cliff,

That you cronies remember the stimulus gift

And it’s one, two, three,

What are we fighting for ?

Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,

Next stop is the homeland.

And it’s five, six, seven,

Open up the pearly gates,

Well there ain’t no time to wonder why

Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, Obama has created a mess;

Go out and give it your best

Now you can take orders from these reds

‘Cause the only good christian is the one that’s dead

And you know that peace can only be won

When we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come.

And it’s one, two, three, What are we fighting for ?

Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,

Next stop is America; And it’s five, six, seven,

Open up the pearly gates,

Well there ain’t no time to wonder why

Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

Come on mothers throughout the land,

Pack your boys off to Middle East.

Come on fathers, and don’t hesitate in the least

To send your sons off before it’s too late.

And you can be the first ones in your block

To have your boy come home in a box.

And it’s one, two, three What are we fighting for ?

Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,

Next stop is the Vatican.

And it’s five, six, seven,

Open up the pearly gates,

Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,

Whoopee! We’re are all gonna die.