No one is perfect, and you cannot judge a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins.
This man has built his empire on exploring his imperfections and judging everything in the name of humor.
It is a sad commentary on the State of the Union that the most exciting, popular and revolutionary voice begins and ends his humor perspectives on the Middle East by occasionally pronouncing "Kiss my ass, Iran" in Yiddish.
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Dec 24, 2009
X Mass trees
"It smell like damn weeds back home" ~ listen to the longing and love in this soldiers' voice as he speaks of his home after smelling an herb, at the end of the video.
This is the end game of all of the political capitol stolen and spent by Bush I & II
Handing control of land and plants to people that don't want it, love it or even want to be near it.
with all due respect Mr. Obama, wake the fuck up, or get a pair of balls
OR
as i suspect...
you are wide awake, with gigantic balls
and afraid of dealing with the inevitable blowback from every corporate industry that currently profits from War in their efforts to privatize Peace.
Genesis 1:11
And said | God, | Let sprout | the earth | tender sprouts, | (the) | plant | | seeding | seed | (and) | of tree | fruit | producing | fruit | after its species, | which | it | (is) | in it | on | | the earth. | And it was | so.
Genesis 1:12
And gave birth to | the earth | tender sprouts | (the) | plant | seeding | seed | after its species, | and tree | producing | fruit | which | its | (is) | in it | | after its species. | And saw | God that | (it was) | good.http://mb-soft.com/believe/text/literal.htm
Dec 23, 2009
Merry Keshmish
The same year i was born, these good people were assaulted by the U.S. Government and the corporations that control it.
The assault continues to this day.
The good people continue to resist, continue to struggle, continue to survive and grow.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
To paraphrase nationalistic corporate genocide : For thousands of years the Hopi and Dine' have lived side by side peacefully. (As peacefully as we humans are emotionally capable of)
U.S. corporate interests seek to divide them (all of us) so their (our) mineral resources can be exploited for profit. The U.S. Government validates forced removal by imposing irrelevant, unrealistic and invasive social regulations. The same is true for Israel, Iraq, Afghanistan and the global wars on terrorism and drugs. War is hell, and all wars are the same war.
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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
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