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Jan 2, 2008
Write in an indigenous Grandmother that does'nt even speak English and save the world
Nobody for President 2008
And lo,
The Race is on.
The Writers are on strike.
This means that the people paid to support the motives of Mass Media are wanting their cut of New Media.
Mass Media is reluctant to support the writers... the government and corporations of America are disliked not only globally, but locally. Programming has been lackluster for a few years. Viewers are bored and their anxieties are growing.
Tonight the reruns have begun to end. Letterman will be providing the Writers agendas... Leno will be shilling for the Corporations.
Leading Republican Candidate Huckabee gets the primetime spotlight on America's sweetheart, "The Tonight Show".
If this was on FOX channel there would have been a ticker on the bottom of the screen right before he walked out... with a Yellow Terrorist Threat Alert.
Huckabee pulls out the NeoLiberal ace in the deck... no more income tax. All taxes to be paid at point of sale. His key argument is that it will tax everyone equally, forcing black market trade to enter our economy.
He does not mention that this would make the average Americans money worth less, since everything would cost more. Which, of course, affects the rich exponentially less than the poor... with the middle class bearing the largest burden.
He does not mention it because he is afraid to admit that we are being ruled by Treason and Lies, and he wants to prolong the agony of the death of our economy as we know it.
He fears the radical social change that is necessary to save planet Earth and allow us to live as brothers and sisters.
Libertarians especially and all NeoLiberals cannot walk up to a stranger on the street and tell them they love them... unless they are dressed at least as well as the person they look in the eye.
Or to prove a point.
And so Leno boldly steps into the race with FOX and CNN to assist the CIA in the
continuing subjugation of the entire world
Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!
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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