The Way I Wish It Was

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
June 17, 2015

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I have been accused of being anti-romantic due to my anti-feminist beliefs. But it is feminism that is anti-romantic. The nature of romance is a man owning a woman and she giving him permission to do so, due to his worthiness.

If it was up to me, male-female relationships would be like all of my favorite folk songs and epic poems.

Everyone would be happier then.

one more drink before i split town
pulled up in a rose pink caddilac
he was singing with the top down
‘girl from the north’, dylan and johnny cash
he won the car in a card game, listened to the boss and keeps his clothes in a gunny sack
she said “tell you what, sailor, if you take me out of here
i’ll do anything that you ask
cause i don’t wanna die like the people down here
but i feel that i’m fading fast”

and he looked over to her chesnut hair
and said “i don’t believe in love”
but he knew good and well she was the only girl there
so he figured it was close enough

and they hopped in the car, rolled the windows down far
and they headed through the desert plains
and she didn’t even mind when they crossed the state line
and the sky opened up with rain
and they went three states before they even spoke a word
he leaned over just to ask her name
she said “take me to the sixty-one highway, sailor
and you can call me queen jane
cause the only thing i stole from the town was a crown
that i took from a beauty queen”

and he looked over to her deep green eyes
and knew that she was just as cold as him
so he went to the trunk, grabbed the pistol from the side
and told janey of his plan

and they went to the store, she put the gas in the car
he came out running with a case of beer
and he jumped in the back with the money in the sack
and janey, she took the wheel
and they went off in a blaze, in a sweet summer haze
to the bullets in the cashier
you keep your head down, sailor, cause i might need ya later
just holler if you can hear
cause i’m gonna need a man, not a farmer girl tan
and a caddilac souvenir

and they camped out by the railroad bridge
and they made love all night
watched the sun come up over mercury ridge
from a hilltop out of sight

they hit five more banks and the small town safes
and they knew that they could get out fast
had the time of their life but they had to have a talk
cause they knew that it couldn’t last
they made friends with the man at the mexico border
and they left him with a bag of cash
she said “tell you what, sailor, don’t care about the paper
but i’m happy that we passed
cause i’m feeling pretty tired and i’m carrying a child
and we both need a rest”

and they settled down to a house in the water
where they would live to be old and grey
and many years later their kids are all older
and they tell ’em ’bout the good old days