Born to Run
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
--Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen
[interviewer]: You haven't been to Vietnam yourself?
[Springsteen]: No, I did the draft-dodger rag
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
--How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966)
"Born to Run." Man, if that don't say it all.
Draft-dodger Bruce Springsteen, who has spent a lifetime morphing himself into the perfect representation of Americana (or what Americans fancy themselves as), was seated next to our also never-served president Obama at last night's nationally-televised Kennedy Center awards ceremony in Springsteen's honor. The mutual admiration was treacly.
Grandiosely, Obama allowed, "I'm the president, but he's The Boss!" But the boss of what? Sham shows of patriotism?
Ranger was not Born to Run, but he sure did hug the earth and low crawl through some nasty shit. We weren't running when we dug foxholes and fighting positions, but it sure had that desperate feeling that Springsteen imputes to stateside life among the "hemi-powered drones."
Ranger sees hypocrisy when he sees the adulation of Obama for Springsteen. He has a difficult time recognizing reality, and knowing that reality is not real.
Bruce Springsteen phonied his induction physical to beat the system. He was Born in the USA, but his sorry ass didn't want to serve in the Armed Forces of that nation. He wasn't alone! Names like Cheney, Muhammed Ali, George W. Bush, Bill Clinton and Ted Nugent come to mind. And while all of these hometown heroes managed to exempt themselves from service, none had much trouble wrapping themselves in the flag on the way to their Glory Days.
The rest of us did our duties and lived small American dreams in our little pink houses. We are the Real Americans. No, Mr. Obama, Mr. Springsteen is not the boss, though he had the chance to be. Men like my old First Sergeant Jergens are The Boss.
We can debate the fairness of the draft or the inequality of the Volunteer Military, but none of us was born to run. We were born to serve, and those that honor the draft dodgers can kiss my rosy red Ranger's ass.
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