Wretched, sniveling dependency is king. The Smoky Mountain Times is just among the latest to post the message:
Several resources are available to parents of young children in Swain. But sometimes, people don’t know that these services exist.
Steppenwolf penned a prophetically apt response many moons ago, with lots of domestic terrorist language to boot:
You know I’ve smoked a lot of grass
O @#$%, I’ve popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin’
That my spirit could kill
You know, I’ve seen a lot of people walkin’ ’round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don’t care
Ah, if you live or if you die@#$% @#$%, the pusher
@#$% @#$%, I say the pusher
I said @#$% @#$%, @#$% @#$% the pushermanYou know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Good @#$%, he’s not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
@#$%, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
@#$%, he’ll leave your, he’ll leave your mind to scream@#$% @#$%, the pusher
@#$% @#$%, @#$% @#$% the pusher
I said @#$% @#$%, @#$%, @#$% @#$% the pushermanWell, now if I were the president of this land
You know, I’d declare total war on the pusherman
I’d cut him if he stands, and I’d shoot him if he’d run
Yes I’d kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun@#$% @#$% the pusher
@#$% @#$% the pusher
I said @#$% @#$%, @#$% @#$% the pusherman
