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"And that's Uncle Fred, he's a lookin' mighty dead, at the junction...."--Robert Plawski

That's what make you strong
That's what gives you power
That's what lets the meek come sit beside the king
That's what let's us smile in our final hour
That's what moves our souls and
That's what makes us sing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhHm-5lKkZ0

gopala krishna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7eFQMakhDE...feature=related

It may have been camelot for jack and jacqueline
But on the che guevara highway filling up with gasoline
Fidel castros brother spies a rich lady whos crying
Over luxurys disappointment
So he walks over and hes trying
To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her
That the third world is just around the corner

In the soviet union a scientist is blinded
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded
That dr robert oppenheimers optimism fell
At the first hurdle

In the cheese pavilion and the only noise I hear
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs
And mopping up spilt beer
And someone asking questions and basking in the light
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer

Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses
While looking down the corridor
Out to where the van is waiting
Im looking for the great leap forwards

Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time theres still parties to be hosted
You can be active with the activists
Or sleeping with the sleepists
While youre waiting for the great leap forwards

One leap forward, two leaps back
Will politics get me the sack?

Here comes the future and you cant run from it
If youve got a blacklist I want to be on it

Its a mighty long way down rock n roll
From top of the pops to drawing the dole

If no one seems to understand
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman

In a perfect world wed all sing in tune
But this is reality so give me some room

So join the struggle while you may
The revolution is just a t-shirt away
Waiting for the great leap forwards

T'was Trinity, and in the warehouse sat
Lysergic patsy Oswald.

Peering through
The branches, iron-sighted Lee Harvey
Scopes with an infinite fidelity
The terminal parade; he's plotting out
The Sun King in his last mortal passage.

LBJ, Skull and Bones, the Masons and
A cheap defective mail-order rifle.
The fatal motorcade. The trigger snaps.
Three shots, or four, or seven. Hoover purrs.

The aftermath. Puppetmaster Hoover
Shuffles to his phone. Tolson's on the line.
"Clyde, get off the phone, I need to make a...
Private call."

Clyde simpers. "You can call me
Private any time." "Not now," snaps Hoover.
"Operator, get me Allen." Former
CIA majordomo Dulles lets
The phone ring twice.

"Allen?" "Yeah." "It's done."
"Call Bobby." "Will do." "And John?" "Yeah?" "Good
work."

Beneath the city and through the sewers
The gunman fled. The grassy knoll was sealed.
Three tramps rousted from boxcars sat silent.

One teenaged witness claimed that he witnessed
"A black man" with a rifle aim from the
Fourth floor window. Oswald had fled. The tramps
Escaped.

The Badge man on the grassy knoll
Was never found. The Mafia gunman
Who fired from the sewer emerged
And quickly fled the country. Hoover...spun.

"The President's been shot," he stated.
Bobby almost felt the feral pleasure
In the fat man's voice as he broke the news.

That day Bobby used whatever power
He had at his command to find the truth
Before Old Uncle Cornpone took the reins
Of office.

He worked the phones; he talked to
The people in the motorcade; conferred
With government officials and waited
For Air Force One to bring him Jack's remains.

At Bethesda Bobby took control of
The President's brain; returning to the
White House; adrenaline-fuelled and in shock.
He put the plot together and this is
What he saw:

Oswald didn't act alone.
The CIA had tried to take out Castro.
On Friday afternoon, Bobby confronts
CIA Director McCone, and asks:
Did the agency have my brother killed?

John McCone said, "This...was was not our doing."

Bobby Kennedy did order his aides
At a later time to look into a
Mafia connection to the awful
Deed.

What was their link with Oswald? Ruby?
The CIA, the Mafia and the
Cuban exiles—Scornful of JFK
Had these underground figures have him killed?

A shining city on a hill fell prey
To jackals, vultures, conniving joint chiefs,
Ghoulish cops, McCarthy's goons and wreckers.
Banish then all sense until the scourge is
Overthrown,

and this land's great promise once
More shines forth and the heavens once more peal
Tolling the fall of once and future Kings.

безродный космополит

"unbridled, evil-minded cosmopolitans, [deracinated, conscienceless] profiteers… Grown on rotten yeast of bourgeois... decadence...non-indigenous nationals without a motherland, who poison with stench… our proletarian culture."…

[Drug addict] Evers, [jailed]... for forgery... “known for breaking a few jaws,” ... began to physically abuse [Carole] King....

He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)

http://www.monstersandcritics.com/books/fe...y_Sheila_Weller

MISS WORLD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h2gj92wGvI

BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA

Caesarian mush kabob
Bob's marihuana cakes
Bemoan rakish abacus
Anaerobic ska ambush
Abase bunko charisma

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No six toed cats in this mansion.

Hemingway famously left much unsaid. Would that he had left everything unsaid. He is a fungus of American prosody. Every whinging crypto-toughguy cribs from Ernie's vomit-mapped fakebook.

EXPERTS WARN NEW METHADONE REGS WILL CAUSE JUNKIE EXODUS FROM CHICAGO
PANIC RE WALL STREET EXEC PAY CAP: "ENDORPHINS DO NOT WORK ANYMORE"
VEGAS INTRODUCES POPULAR NEW TRIGGER-ACTIVATED SLOTS

SNOW QUEEN
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPDH_6wkToU

WALL STREET FRETS THAT OUT-OF-TOWN SENATORS ARE "AGITATORS"
NERVOUS INVESTORS POUR MONEY INTO PRISONS, FUNERAL HOMES, VIENNA SAUSAGES
URBAN HOBOS SCRAP OVER PRIME HEATING GRATE REAL ESTATE

STUDY SHOWS THAT OBSESSIVELY PLAYING VIDEO GAMES BLOCKS OUT UNPLEASANT "REALITY"
MILLIONAIRES COMPLAIN THAT MONEY IS NO LONGER "FUN"
SCHOOLCHILDREN NOW USE BLACK CRAYONS TO DRAW PICTURES OF THE SKY

CINNAMON AND CLOVE AIR FRESHENERS SMELL LIKE "BUFFALO DUNG"
FANS COMPLAIN SPRINGSTEEN NOW SOUNDS LIKE A "SICK CHAIN-SMOKING DOG"
GAZA'S JAW BRUISES ISRAEL'S FIST

DEFIANT WALL STREET SWAGGERS AS IT FALLS
STRANGE NEW WORD "DEPRESSION" HAS ECONOMISTS A-TWITTER
DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE RAISES FUNDS BY SELLING ADS ON "BUNKER BUSTERS"

REMAINING FIVE FANS AGHAST AS ROSIE CEASES BLOGGING
PSYCHICS REPORT VOICES OF EVIL DEAD ARE SAYING "TOLD YOU SO"
EVIL ROBOTS EVERYWHERE LOOK FORWARD WITH GLEE TO COMING "ANALOG SUNSET"

57% OF RUSSIANS BELIEVE U.S. DESIRES "ONLY PARTIAL DESTRUCTION" OF RUSSIA
CHINESE EXPORT RECORD NUMBERS OF SNUGGIES, ROPES TO HANG OURSELVES WITH
MILITARY "SUICIDE SQUAD" EXCEEDS JANUARY RECRUITMENT GOAL

TODDLERS NOW NO LONGER BELIEVE UNATTENDED TOYS SECRETLY "COME ALIVE"
EMINENT WRITER SMOTHERED BY "FRAGRANCE OF HIS OWN PROSE"
18M AMERICANS "CONFUSED AND ANGRY" OVER BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DIAGNOSES

SCHOLARS REASSESS LINCOLN AS "THE FIRST OBAMA"
STUMP-TOOTHED IMBECILES FURIOUSLY DENY MEMBERSHIP IN REPUBLICAN PARTY
SOMALIA, POINTING TO WORLD MARKETS, RESENTS "RELENTLESS DOWNWARD SPIRAL" SLUR

LIBRARIANS COMPLAIN: "WHERE'S OUR KITTEN"?
BLAGOVICH ARRESTED FOR IMPERSONATING POLICEMAN AND TRYING TO PULL OVER CARS
STUDY SHOWS VITAMIN-ENRICHED CIGARS DO NOT PREVENT CANCER

FASHIONISTAS PROCLAIM NEGATIVE EQUITY IS "THE NEW BLACK"
ONE IN TEN AMERICANS NOW REDUCED TO EATING FOOD STAMPS
IN BUDGET MOVE, ENGLISH DICTIONARIES AXE 200,000 "UNDERPERFORMING" WORDS

PSYCHOTIC TV-WATCHING AMERICANS CLAIM TO SEE "MESSAGES EVERYWHERE"
VATICAN REVEALS HOLY GHOST IS "AN AFRICAN GRAY PARROT"
ENTERTAINERS CONVINCED OWN PSYCHIC WOUNDS ARE "HEALED" BY "MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY"

this thread is like a petrie dish or monkey cage I can't decide.

FRANCIS CAN YOU HEAR ME?

quick get him some water!!!!

"...cum sint quales ex humili magna ad fastigia rerum extollit quotiens voluit Fortuna iocari. Quid Romae faciam? mentiri nescio..."