22 Feb 2008

Total Lunar Eclipse of Pure Americana

And lo,

Amidst our fascist governmental rule, false war, corporate controls and Jihads

rises a nervous and humble freedom fighter!

Live in the flesh for all to see... Vice Man!!!

a.k.a. Artie Lange.

This proud indigenous native of New Jersey fearlessy exposed the addictions and angst that currently dominate his life.

Perhaps it was the coveted job he holds on satellite radio (currently unregulated by the U.S. Government)

or his friendship with Howard Stern (King of All Media)

that allowed his honesty.

Perhaps it was his Catholic need for confession...

Perhaps it was the impending eclipse of the moon...

In joking about cocaine and heroin he made it clear that they were not funny things.

In dismissing his bookie as a normal guy he established his relationship with organized crime.

In envying Randy Jackson, he showed us how awkward fame feels for him.

He looked unhealthy, uneasy and confident.

He is a perfect metaphor for our nation...

even though he is being more honest about his private life than our government is about our public one.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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