I’ve been knockin’ on the door that holds the throne
I’ve been lookin’ for the map that leads me home
I’ve been stumblin’ on good hearts turned to stone
The road of good intentions has gone dry as bone
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag’s flown
We take care of our own

– Bruce Springsteen

I’ve given up brain-dead rock stars for Lent! Seriously…I’ll tell you what…Lent is only 40 days! From this day forward, if I am going to shell out my hard-earned pay to any person or persons on the basis of their so-called artistry, then they are going to have to prove to me that they have a clue about the very world they write, paint and/or sing about! And I am here to tell you that when it comes to the real world outside his circle of worshippers, The Boss is an absolute seedless melon from the neck up! Click Here for Darkness on the Edge of Treason!

I guess the air gets pretty thin up there on Rock Star Mountain because the famous Jersey Boy has lots of company. My former hero, Sir Paul McCartney has his head so far up the Ruling Class Butt, they now refer to him as Sir Pository in the pubs around Liverpool! Please…don’t even get me started here.

So let’s see if we can get inside the melon, er…uh…the mind of Bruce, shall we?

I’ve been knockin’ on the door that holds the throne

No, actually you’ve been sucking up to a ruthless and duplicitous dictator.

I’ve been lookin’ for the map that leads me home

No, actually you were looking for a line that rhymed with the first line of crap!

I’ve been stumblin’ on good hearts turned to stone

You chose to surround yourself with Liberal hearts my friend!

The road to good intentions has gone dry as a bone

…because sooner or later Socialists run out of other people’s money, genius!

We take care of our own

No, actually you expect others to do it for you!

See, it’s just that simple to dissect the mindless! You know what your real problem is Bruce? You really were “Born to Run”! You were born to run from the Truth…or maybe you were born to bend it a little to fit your narcissistic working-class hero narrative! Here’s a Newsflash Scooter! You are the working man’s nightmare! You may be Obama’s hero, but you are nothing more than a Pimp for the State!

Take heart though, because as long as you live and breathe, you’ve got a shot at redemption…as long as you are willing to educate yourself first to see just how much your generosity has cost us, our children and our children’s children. Click for the Great Delusion! Talk about a Wrecking Ball my friend!

Trust me pal, I don’t labor under any delusions where my singing/songwriting career is concerned, although I too have shared the mic with Pete Seeger…well, it was more of a song circle…in Beacon. But from one Jersey boy to another, I’d rather sing off-key to an empty room to expose the State…than sell a million records and my soul to shill for it!

Yeah man, you may have been born to run…but I’m the cool rocking daddy in the Welfare State! Click for Truth From Father to Son!