Personally, I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of—and frankly, I hope people keep singing songs like these, whether out of pure revolt or deep political conviction. WHY? Because while our country is being violated year after year, people act like nothing traditional or religious matters anymore. They see sensationalist headlines in magazines and think they're "with it," but does anyone actually care about what’s happening? No. They’re too busy obsessing over some pop star's new single or an actress's messy divorce. Meanwhile, the older generation is fed a steady diet of newspapers and "brutal" news reports—daily brainwashing about historical divisions—until even the most sensible people finally cave to some sensationalist nonsense and start shouting about things they don't even understand. People claim they are fiercely patriotic, but if you ask me if there's any shame in singing these songs? There isn't. WHY? Because I am sickened by how soft everyone has become. People worry about how much money will be spent on a referendum or lose millions in the process, yet nobody asks how much we’ve wasted on these people parading through our cities just so they can wave flags and shout, "Hey, notice me, I'm a rebel!" What have they actually contributed to society? Have they ever visited a sick child to offer support? As far as I know, they haven't. Have they ever stepped out to clear snow in New York City to help the taxpayers who fund their clean streets? I doubt it. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it kills me that nobody speaks up—nobody raises hell about the millions stolen from the Republican Party for these massive "investments" (while they just squeeze the citizens at the local depot, because who cares, right?). Where is the federal leadership when everything is falling apart on God's day? When radicals scream against the clergy and spit on faith?
http://www.dugineboje.com/galerija.php Who is going to hold them accountable for this disrespect and everything else that comes with it? Nobody can call me a "clueless kid" who wasn't there during the war—I wasn't, and I won't pretend otherwise—but nobody can take away those heavy moments when I was waiting for my father and uncle to come home, while others just sat there holding a photo and sleeping in someone else's clothes. Tears follow tears; there are hard times after the alcohol and the fighting. A lot bothers me—it bothers me to see this uncontrolled debauchery in my homeland, which I honestly love, much like the way everything that felt truly American was wiped out back then, all while the same "HEROES" remain visible today, busy planning their next "investments." Out of defiance and pride, 369 <3, above all else, with the most beautiful song in the world. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZmLgeGOrI4