20 Aug 2009

Serious Position: LONG

George W. Bush did many, many bad things besides instigating the 9/11 attack on our shores.

He destroyed the U.S. Dollar as well, throwing the entire global economy into chaos.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

At the end of Bush II's presidency Sirius Satellite Radio was financially obliterated with it's stock falling from almost 3$ per share to one nickel per share.

The entire platform of satellite radio was selling for 20 shares to one U.S. Dollar.

Live, unedited, uncensored music and discussion within the United States of America was selling for $0.05.

Sirius rises.

Freedom of Speech is priceless, satellite radio costs 50 cents a day.

I have no faith in stock markets, white collar business ethics or effective regulation through our legal system.

I believe that the U.S. Dollar (and all paper/digital currency) does not hold any legitimate claim towards any value given to it.

Into this alleged free-market, capitalist system one corporation has been given permission to broadcast satellite radio from coast to coast ( effectively from Canada to Guatemala... and global with the internet. )

The only other way this technology could have been unleashed on us by now would have been if the Federal Government funded the satellites as a public works project...

but they were too busy covering Bush II and Cheney's tracks

and fighting two wars across the globe.

So now the financial world is in turmoil and the "true" value of stocks and currencies are in question.

As Sirius rises from the stinking ashes of Bush II's destruction, I wonder if it's contrived collapse was created to strengthen the stock as a bellwether for U.S. cultural finances.

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.

Hits of the Month

Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

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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