A Quadripartite Derisorial
from The Legion Antithetical to Bush Bellicosity
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Walkabout Reveries for the Creative,
from within The Fading Dreamtime, America.
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from: "So Many Blood Lakes"
by Robinson Jeffers
We were at ease
while the powers of the world were split into factions:
we've changed that.
We have enjoyed fine dreams;
we have dreamed of unifying the world;
we are unifying it--against us.
Two wars, and they breed a third.
Now guard the beaches,
watch the north,
trust not the dawns.
Probe every cloud.
Build power.
Fortress America may yet for a long time stand,
between the east and the west, like Byzantium.
--As for me:
laugh at me.
I agree with you.
It is a foolish business
to see the future and screech at it.
One should watch and not speak.
And patriotism
has run the world through so many blood-lakes:
and we always fall in.
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"The Streets OF America"
by Greg Graffin
from the Bad Religion CD, The Gray Race
Desolate and without purpose,
radiating from so many septic sources,
Forming the fabric of a wayward people,
disappearing as the vestiges of our past.
Scratched like tartan into virgin soilm
a substrate for progress and disarray.
A spreading network of broken dreams,
searching for a thoroughfare to take us away.
Just a little tale from the streets of America;
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria;
Trenchant, weary native sons
Step Back,
and see the damage done;
Meander to the horizon;
The Streets of America
Black, tarred concrete;
Pine for me;
Lying domant
For you and country.
Hardened surface;
Cracked within;
Catch the sweat
From off the chin;
of men,
and women,
senior,
and child;
who look to you
and your sterile miles;
and in their stares
is bald dismay
for what you ****ing promised
as you led them astray.
Just a little tale from the streets of America;
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria;
Trenchant, weary native sons
Step Back,
and see the damage done;
Meander to the horizon;
The Streets of America
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from: "Fear and Loathing, Campaign 2004"
By Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
Rolling Stone - October 20, 2004
<http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/_/id/6562575>
We still love War.
George Bush certainly does. In four short years he has turned
our country from a prosperous nation at peace
into a desperately indebted nation at war. But so what?
He is the President of the United States, and you're not.
Love it or leave it.
[. . .]
War is an option whose time has passed.
Peace is the only option for the future. At present
we occupy a treacherous no-man's-land between peace and war,
a time of growing fear that our military might has expanded
beyond our capacity to control it, and our political differences
widened beyond our ability to bridge them. . . .
"Short of changing human nature, therefore,
the only way to achieve a practical, livable peace
in a world of competing nations
is to take the profit out of war."
--Richard M. Nixon, "Real Peace" (1983)
Richard Nixon looks like a flaming liberal today,
compared to a golem like George Bush. Indeed.
Where is Richard Nixon now that we finally need him?
If Nixon were running for president today,
he would be seen as a "liberal" candidate,
and he would probably win. He was a crook and a bungler,
but what the hell? Nixon was a barrel of laughs compared to
this gang of thugs from the Halliburton petroleum organization
who are running the White House today -- and who will be running it
this time next year, if we (the once-proud, once-loved and widely
respected "American people") don't rise up like wounded warriors
and whack those lying petroleum pimps out of the White House
on November 2nd.
Nixon hated running for president during football season,
but he did it anyway. Nixon was a professional politician,
and I despised everything he stood for -- but if he were running
for president this year against the evil Bush-Cheney gang,
I would happily vote for him.
You bet. Richard Nixon would be my Man.
He was a crook and a creep and a gin-sot, but on some nights,
when he would get hammered and wander around in the streets,
he was fun to hang out with. He would wear a silk sweat suit
and pull a stocking down over his face so nobody could recognize him.
Then we would get in a cab and cruise down to the Watergate Hotel,
just for laughs.
*****
When young Bush was at Yale in the Sixties,
he told the same joke over and over again for two years,
according to some of his classmates. One of them still remembers it:
There was a young man named Green
Who invented a jack-off machine
On the twenty-third stroke
The damn thing broke
And churned his nuts into cream.
"It was horrible to hear him tell it," said the classmate,
who spoke only on condition of anonymity. He lifted his ****rt
and showed me a scar on his back put there by young George.
"He burned this into my flesh with a red-hot poker,"
he said solemnly, "and I have hated him ever since.
That jackass was born cruel.
He burned me in the back while I was blindfolded.
This scar will be with me forever."
There is nothing new or secret about that story.
It ran on the front page of the Yale Daily News
and caused a nasty scandal for a few weeks,
but nobody was ever expelled for it.
George did his first cover-up job. And he liked it.
I watch three or four frantic network-news bulletins
about Iraq every day, and it is all just fraudulent
Pentagon propaganda, the absolute opposite of what it says:
U.S. transfers sovereignty to Iraqi interim "government."
Hot damn!
Iraq is finally Free, and just in time for the election!
It is a deliberate cowardly lie. We are no more
giving power back to the Iraqi people
than we are about to stop killing them.
Your neighbor's grandchildren will be fighting
this stupid, greed-crazed Bush-family "war"
against the whole Islamic world for the rest of their lives,
if John Kerry is not elected to be
the new President of the United States in November.
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You Always Were an asshole.
Thanks, and RIP Doc.
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from: "Ambulance Blues"
by Neil Young,
in the release, "On the Beach"
I never knew a man
who could tell so many lies
He had a different story
for every set of eyes.
How can he remember
who he's talking to?
'Cause I know it isn't me,
and I hope it isn't you...
Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive,
And out on the corner it's half past five.
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes.
Except for the Farmer's Market
And I still can hear him say:
You're all just pissin' in the wind;
You don't know it but you are;
And there ain't nothin' like a friend;
Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind.
--
It's a dangerous folly
to give political power to the Utarded:
"Overall, what I liked is that President Bush
left no stone unturned in his war on terrorism.
I have full faith that he will leave no stone unturned
in his war on the economy as well.
These are the most im****tant issues facing Utah,
and the President was right on the money."
--Senator Orrin Hatch
Press Release: January 29, 2002
Reaction to Bush 2002 State of the Union Address
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