6 Feb 2012

Open Letter to REAL AMERICANS




First of all,

Many people who love me keep telling me to stop cursing... including my father who pinned me down on my bed when I was 14 and beat me senseless in the face
(the extra large USMC Villanova University ring he always wears is quite a weapon)
because I told him, "FUCK YOU!" at the top of my lungs. Well, I still want him to FUCK OFF ~ and every other proud Republican.

So if you are a proud Republican as well, like Gloria Satriale or G.H.W. Bush ~

FUCK YOU TOO

Second of all,

If you had fun @ the Superbowl or had/went to a helluva party and pretended
graffiti after Madonna did her feminist Frank Sinatra shuckin and jivin
and M.I.A. gave you the bird
means the Bush Cartel "works"

FUCK YOU TOO

Third of all,

One of the first things I heard on the streets of N.Y.C. in 2004 when I went there to shut the Bush Cartel the fuck down was that they (the warmonger Bush Cartel pigs like my father) had a secret list of 100 or so of their "most wanted" protestors~ who they were planning on arresting because they "profited from protest". Well guess what motherfuckers~ you are completely full of shit.

Every single human being fighting for a better earth is learning how to live without your bullshit, white power Bush Cartel greenbacks.

Nazi fucks like my father continue to TRY and punish us for rejecting their lifestyle/opinions/actions.
EXAMPLE: Last December 8th my own father coordinated and implemented a triple attack on me-
1- He got me fired the day before Microsoft was meeting me to develop a free program to assist students with Autism.
2- He tried to get me 302'd for the 7th or 8th time (stuck in a mental ward against my will).
3- He convinced my lover to evict me.



      So, I guess this open letter is a selfish call to action:
If you see a reason to support ME in my quest to bring these warpigs down, 
please SHAME my Vietnam Vet (66-67), PTSD, flamethrowin, m-60 wielding, grenade launching, officer fragged MP investigating, "Health Insurance" selling, racist, sexist dad
with letters of condemnation addressed to him, 
or letters of support to me (though I cannot guarantee I will ever see them)



but your time is definitely better spent continuing to develop your own strategies.

And if you are a devildog and not attacking the BUSH CARTEL by now,

"ALWAYS FAITHFUL" TO WHAT??????????????????????????????









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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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