Oh no... now the terrorists are coming from Nigeria!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When BUSH was President, before we had a BLACK PRESIDENT, we didn't have to worry about black terrorists, did we?
Thank God for Homeland Security, the War on Drugs, and our jihad in the Middle East.
Thank God we had a War President when we were first attacked on 9-11.
Thank God for the Bush Cartel.
Thank God for Fox News, Sarah Palin... and thank God John McCain can run again in 2012.
Thank God Republicans really know about the message of Jesus Christ and the Jewish faith that made him.
Why would an educated, religious man from Nigeria want to kill himself on the way to Detroit?
Do you know that's where the highest concentration of Muslims are in U.S. cities?'
Perhaps he was self hating, like Hitler.
"Water No Get Enemy" by Fela Kuti
T'o ba fe lo we omi l'o ma'lo
If you wan to go wash, na water you go use
T'o ba fe se'be omi l'o ma'lo
If you wan cook soup, na water you go use
T'o ri ba n'gbona o omi l'ero re
If your head dey hot, na water go cool am
T'omo ba n'dagba omi l'o ma'lo
If your child dey grow, na water he go use
If water kill your child, na water you go use
T'omi ba p'omo e o omi na lo ma'lo
Ko s'ohun to'le se k'o ma lo'mi o
Nothing without water
Ko s'ohun to'le se k'o ma lo'mi o
Omi o l'ota o
[Chorus]
Water, him no get enemy!
Omi o l'ota o
If you fight am, unless you wan die
I say water no get enemy
If you fight am, unless you wan die
Omi o l'ota o
I dey talk of Black man power
I dey talk of Black power, I say
I say water no get enemy
If you fight am, unless you wan die
I say water no get enemy
I say water no get enemy
Omi o l'ota o
Omi o l'ota o
(Editors note: For historical purposes, permit me to point out that this album was released after G.H.W. had served his first year as Vice President... had served his first year in the public's eye... after a lifetime of secret work, running and controlling the C.I.A.)
"Rat Race" by Bob Marley
...I'm singin' that
When the cat's away,
The mice will play.
Political violence fill ya city, ye-ah!
Don't involve Rasta in your say say;
Rasta don't work for no C.I.A.
Rat race, rat race, rat race! Rat race, I'm sayin':
When you think it's peace and safety:
A sudden destruction.
Collective security for surety, ye-ah!
(emphasis added by me)
Thank God they are making it more difficult for us to fly,
Thank God the rich people can pay extra to be able to skip the security lines and board faster.
Thank God Israel spies on us for our safety.
Thank God the United Kingdom controls the first hour of N.P.R. news every day with the B.B.C.
Thank God the Queen still controls Canada and most of the Caribbean.
Thank God Interpol now had diplomatic immunity on our shores and can operate unimpeded by U.S. authorities.
Thank God I can still get from Philly to Florida in only two hours.
Thank God for the P.A.T.R.I.O.T. Act, so now all our cellular and internet conversations can be stored in Mormon databases.
Thank God that plane landed.
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Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
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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),
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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?)
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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