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Jun 12, 2007
lets fix this clusterfuck
Its all for the kids, always will be. Acknowledging this is the trick.
This is one way it happened to one kid...
When they were 3 years old it was the 200th anniversary of their Nation. The leader was a southern, born again Christian who wanted peace to come to Jerusalem and the entire world (Jimmy Carter). He recognized the need to stop using fossil fuels, and was hated for it, forever. In the election of 1980, the High Priest of LSD (Timothy Leary) ran for president against a Hollywood actor (Ronald Reagan), whose vice president happened to be the head of the CIA (G.H.W. Bush). The next president made corporations as powerful as governments... and allowed Congress to interrogate him about getting a blowjob (Bill Clinton). Then the son of the former head of CIA, (Bush II the lesser) used his governor brother and a state Supreme Court to force himself into power. Then we lost all our rights, legally.
This is the fourth Reich.
So now we have another election in a year.
Since the last two elections were obvious fakes, manipulated by Christian fanatics, how will the media possibly reinforce the numbing lies of our Dual Party apathy?
The Democrats are pretending they won't be corporate whores by projecting diversity. A woman, a black man, look at all the glorious options our rigged faux democracy has to offer! Vote for us, we will let the corporations rape you... but we can all pretend it is getting better every day!
The Republicans are pretending they aren't white power fascists by offering a Vietnam PoW, a Morman zealot and now their Reagan trump card... another actor. Vote for us, we are going to kill people so nothing changes... do it for our God, for our fallen... and if you don't care about any of that stuff vote for someone who knows how to deliver great lines!
Mr. King Bush the lesser,
Tear down your lies.
At this point, you have led your people to the level of using Patriotism as an excuse to be social assholes. Bleating sheep. Killers with a mythical purpose and no plan.
Vote for a Navajo grandmother 2008.
Vote indigenous,
Vote Dine'
eso es
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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
Legalize It
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
Legalize It