You speak so loud that nothing can travel toward you (except anger).
And what you speak is second-hand advertising for a product long past its sell-by date.
Your shoes are on fire but you can’t move ‘cos your insurance don’t cover hot-footing it to higher ground and other acts of god.
Your jobs, gas, children and partners are all fair game for the lowest bidder.
Your borders are constructed from hollow invective, your homes of genetically modified straw, your tabernacles empty of morality.
Go on, order up another gut-buster steak (if you can finish it you get it free) with a side order of flies and sugar-free Covert-Cola.
‘Buy America’ Apache helicopters and Freedom Missiles, you selflessly arm the oppressed people of Israel, finance democratic leaders in Iraq, Afghanistan, East Timor, Sudan, Colombia.
All hail new democratic leaders in brown suits that they will invariable exchange for flashy uniforms and classy admiralty hats.
Blood rites.
Blood brothers.
This is my body this is my blood.
Bloodbath.
You incite religious fanatics to become strong and buy more bombs and maybe later a burger and a Pepsi to finance the covert ops that brought them to power.
Your Spooks in mufti kill followers of A in the name of B, followers of B in the name of A; divide and destroy.
But you needn’t worry about all that; it’s all being done to protect you and your future from the axis of evil™ - what you don’t know is being done in your name can’t hurt you.
Tuck yourself in with a bowl (extra large) of designer ice-cream and check out the talent on American Idol. Don’t worry about the world (where the hell is the East Timor anyway?)
And when the rapture comes (praise the lurid) your reward points will await you in heaven, DNA, retinal checks and cavity searches at the Pearly gates.
Cash in those Reward Points (Pension plan C) that you earned by being a god-fearing gun-toting sonofabitchin' pro-life Republocrat consumer.
God bless America (Home of the slave)
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crying knowing the truth
When the body is a slave, the mind knows it, but when the mind is the slave the body doesn’t know it. Set the mind to the next thing, so then its always the next thing, never where it is at. Always lost, never finding.
Fantastic!
I'm loyal to Blue Bell because that's made 90 minutes from my house. When I really want to treat myself to good ice cream I prefer Lady Godiva Belgian Chocolate. Man, it's so good. I hope we keep Belgium in line so we can enjoy more of the yummy goodies. Who do you think will win Idol this year? That Simon, he's a kidder; plucky fellow. In all seriousness, where is East Timor? Is there a West Timor? I like 'divide and destroy'. It reminds me of dating in my teen years. You misspelled fries; you spelled it 'flies'. No matter, I forgive you. After all, you aren't an educated American. Hugs and Kisses.
...sigh, I guess they let him out for weekend, poor guy, all those drugs - P.I.
P.S. The first Rage Against The Machine album was the best. I like the way you steal their album cover like you did the Smashing Pumpkins for you name.
Once more you prove my point about ignorance.
The photo of the monk who set himself on fire in protest was used by Rage Against the Machine in the same way that I have used it. It does not belong to them or me.
P.I.
my bad...your...
Welcome Spooks
Please Ignore Patrick Henry (aka brainwashed capitalist american joy)
He's a moron - A cliche from Texas; the type of American who gives them all a bad name; the type who inspired this particular post.
I'm your inspiration? Thank you, you really love me, thank you.
Brainwashed joy has the American habit of going where he is not needed or wanted and trying to force himself in to cause a scene
for his own deluded reasons. He can be a good one to watch if you want to see the bottom of the American pit. Although if you´ve seen one pit dweller you´ve seen them all.
I remember the first pit I was in was @ NIN at Numbers. I saw them for $8, and the venue was about 500 square feet. Great show, but NIN is now played out. My reasons are deluded? Denuded, maybe. Maybe I have no reasons for posting. You can't hurt my feelings, I have nothing but love for you. I have no ulterior motives, just to converse. Throw your mud, but if America falls, your life will get infinitely worse. No matter if you live in Mexico, New Zealand, East Timor, or any other backwater country where you think your life is isolated. Remember Cambodia? Or, do you like the Khmer Rouge? Or, are the killing fields vile American propaganda? Zatickia, you write as if you're lost, never finding...
Oh yeah, pisces, it's Mormon, not moron.
Same thing
No, no, no, you don't get it.
hey, how did you know that's what i ate this past week, a gutbusting steak and yeah the flies are buzzing this time of year, and even down to the big bowl of hyperchocolate from ben & jerry's. my only excuse (as i usually dine in) is i had a houseguest who eats out for entertainment. but how'd you know??!!
bless you pisces
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