You feel that breeze brushing through pine needles? That’s the whisper of liberty. Hear the crackle of campfire beneath a night sky embroidered with stars? That’s the soul of America singing. Our national parks—those wild cathedrals of granite, redwood, and desert bloom—are not commodities. They are sacred ground, held in trust by We the People, not bartered away by billionaires and their parasites in Gucci loafers masquerading as public servants.
So hear this loud and clear, DODGE and every other agency oozing with corporate rot—
Keep your damn dirty hands off our parks.
These lands do not belong to your spreadsheets. They belong to the elk, the otter, the barefoot child in the creek, the elders who remember how to listen to the wind. This country is not a business venture—it’s a living, breathing promise. And those treating it like a liquidation sale for their billionaire backers?
Impeach every anti-American profiteer in a suit.
You’re not patriots. You’re parasites.
And it’s time the immune system kicks in.
Happy Earth Day. We’re taking it back.
-Bearz