CounterPunch Exclusives

CounterPunch Exclusives

Dear Amerika: A Desperate Plea from a Bastard Daughter

It’s me Nicky. You know, the genderfuck gonzo raconteur with all the knives in her purse.

Or perhaps you know me by my Indian name; That-Bitch.

That bitch with all the unsolicited opinions.

That bitch with the prick beneath her macramé skirt.

That bitch who never learned to shut the fuck up.

Even after eleven years in a parochial gulag the size of a Canal Street sweatshop.

That bitch that all the priests took turns on behind the rectory.

That bitch who vomited up obscenities in between their rancid cocks.

That bitch that the Vatican smashed into a dozen dissociative dykes with razor blades strapped to their thighs.

That bitch who never stood for the Pledge of Allegiance.

That bitch who never learned to wait her turn.

That bitch who wasn’t really going to burn the school down, I swear it.

That bitch with all the drawings of men with big guns and no faces.

That bitch who just wanted to know what the inside of the girl’s room looked like, honest.

That bitch who had too many sluts for friends that she never tried to fuck.

That bitch who took all the pills and read all the banned books and never tried and only lip-synced the hymns and went crazy after graduation and didn’t leave the house for a decade and only came out to Queer the children and arm them to the teeth and still isn’t trying.

You know, that bitch with the dirty pink hair. Yeah, that’s the one.

But this letter isn’t really about me. This letter is about you, Amerika.

You and your big fucking day. Your 250th birthday.

Where has all the time gone?

Where did all the Indians go?

Where have all the flowers gone?

It seems like just yesterday you were lynching Turtle Island with your training bra and just look at you now!

You have become such a handsome and heinous colossus over the centuries.

How many bases is it now? In how many countries?

Please accept my sincerest condolences for your recent spate of failed regime changes.

You can’t win them all.

And hey,........

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