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das fiten babeez

i am a dirty stinking liberal.

Monday, October 29, 2007

nonfire

I thought I'd post a lyric.

Steve Earle
Johnny Come Lately
Copperhead Road



I'm an American, boys, and I've come a long way
I was born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I've get something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
Well it took a Iittle while but we're in this fight
And we ain't going home 'til we've done what's right
We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight
If I have to spend my last pound

When I first got to London it was pourin' down rain
Met a Iittle girl in the field canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my plane
Six more missions I'm gene
Well I asked if I could stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yelling "turn out the lights"
Death rainin' out of the London night
We made love 'til dawn

But when Johnny Come Lately comes marching home
With a chest full of medals and a G.l. loan
They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home

MY P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a round coming cross the Channel last trip
I was thinking 'bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this great big world
But I'll never find nothing like my North End girl
I'm taking her home with me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war

Now my granddaddy sang me this song
Told me about London when the Blitz was on
How he married Grandma and brought her back home
A hero throughout his land
Now I'm standing on a runway in San Diego
A couple Purple Hearts and I move a little slow
There's nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a place called Vietnam

Thursday, October 25, 2007

i gotta say it again

wow

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

I don't know

I'm trying to find a way to help my little brother. His house burned to the ground. I'm thinking I'll try to get him a generator, so we can go up there and get to work cleaning up his property.






I'm going to see what happens. I'm also going to post this in various places, and see if I can get some dough together (obviously I'll put mine in too, I have a couple hundred bucks to spend on it, I hope). A decent generator looks like about $1,200. I reckon we'll try to get the well pump working so we can hose down some hot areas. He has a well on the property so we won't be stealing from firefighters.
I'd really appreciate any thoughts or comments. Of course, if anything changes or somehow I screw up I'll return any money donated. Thanks for your thoughts and support.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

wowzers

OK, my brother's house up in the hills got burned literally to the ground, he lost almost everything. For some reason the stupid old Miata he had parked there was fine. His house burns down, but the miata lives. He's tore up, but alive. Everyone's alive.
My house was still sitting there being ugly late last night when I went by. The air is rancid in Escondido right now.
Here's a quick picture on where the fire is/was (it's pretty mixed up what's going on) and various houses threatened.

Monday, October 22, 2007

what a monday

I think my house is possibly in danger of burning down, my friends and family are fleeing the flames. I am in a little tizzy and ended up work some how.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Friday lyrics, etc

Slacking. Since I posted a damn link that, if you have any human qualities at all, would make you cry, I thought I'd do a lyric on Friday. I'll let you keep on living.



Built to Spill
Distopian Dream Girl(This link plays a live version of the song as well as showing the lyrics)
Distopian Dream Girl 7" - 1995, Up Records


can you make it real
Make it more than will
More than just feel
We are on a ride
We're on it all the time
It's at the front of your mind
My stepfather looks just like David Bowie
But he hates David Bowie
I think Bowie's cool
I think Lodger rules
I think my stepdad's a fool
Without me there's nothing
I'm the only thing that dies
If it came down to your life or mine
I would do the stupid thing
And let you keep on living
"I'm alright," said the man to his wife
Waking up to a head full of bed
Full of what she said
She hadn't thought of it for a while
And when she did
She thought of it differently
Than she thought she should be thinking
Just the thought of it's enough
To penetrate my comfort zone

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

No Lyric Today

Instead, read this.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Frosts, rightwingers, injured children

The right-wing in this country has been...well, visciously, brutally, horrifically attacking a family who had the audacity to let their son speak on the Democratic National Radio Address about S-Chip, the State Children's Health Insurance Program.
Note immediately, it's not a government handout, it provides hundreds of thousands of children with health care they could otherwise not have, and an expansion of the bill was vetoed by the president. Only the fourth veto of his nearly seven years in office, by the way.
Anyways, after weeks of being relentlessly slimed by the likes of Rush Limbaugh (disgusting pill-gobbling man-pile) and Bill O'Reilly (increasingly insane christmas tree freedom fighter and loofah aficianado)they went on Keith Olbermann's show Countdown, and talked about what happened with their kids and where they live. They brought a picture of the two kids in intensive care, which is basically a parent's nightmare.
In response, Michelle Malkin, who is an inhuman pile of cancer tissue, had this to say:
The Frost parents finally made a wise choice and decided not to put their son on Olbermann. Instead, they appeared to field Olbermann’s softball questions about the “lunatic fringe.”

Olbermann prodded the family to supply pictures of their children in the hospital recovering from their terrible accident. The photos were displayed as Olbermann and the couple complained about the Right’s “distraction” techniques.

It really doesn’t get much lower or much cheaper or much sadder than this.


So not only does this scumhole not see her own perversion in chasing after, posting the address of, and in general trying to make the life miserable of these children and their parents, she doesn't understand that maybe, just maybe, they're interested in others who may be in their situation being able to get the help they got. The right-wing doesn't get that. They don't get it because it's not about exploding brown people's bodies into gobbets of goo. It's not about wanking it to an Ayn Rand book. It's about caring about someone else, and trying hard to make sure they don't die if it can be helped. They don't get that. Malkin certainly doesn't. I also think she probably kills puppies for fun. The bitch.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

leerx

almost fergot but churlish charlish reminders me


Dead Kennedys
Holiday in Cambodia
Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables



"Holiday In Cambodia"

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

continuing on yesterday's theme

Rush Limbaugh really wants me to puke in my shoes. This guy is such an unmitigated scum merchant...he lies like he breathes. His pure opposition to truth and facts and, I dunno, human fucking decency is so grotesque as to be almost impressive, like, say a guy who eats forty pounds of shit. You're just totally disgusted, but at the same time, wow, what dedication. That guy must really be sick.
Of course, Rush deserves to have forty pounds of festering shit shoved down his scrip-gobbling, lie-spewing cornhole. Then sew those lips up and see how long he'll ferment for before exploding.
That's a mental picture I can get into! Strap the rest of those whores to him like little Thetans before the big blow. I'll dress up as Xenu.

Monday, October 08, 2007

once again

the right wing proves what disgusting, inhuman, fucking piles of stinking shit they are.
You thought they couldn't be more loathsome than when they smeared an amputee Vietnam vet?
You thought they couldn't be more disgusting when they accused an Iraq vet of being a liar?
You thought they couldn't get any lower when they ridiculed Michael J. Fox's illness?

You were wrong...they can get lower, and they will get lower. They're lacking in the basic decency that makes one human. Limbaugh, Savage, O'Reilly, Malkin, Coulter...they and their whole cohort is so infected with this grotesque need to do and say things that garner them attention that it's leeched whatever twisted, black soul they may have had right out of their disgusting bodies. They're so in love with the tiny dollop of power they've smeared over themselves they'll do anything at all necessary to ooze just a little more out of that suspiciously-shaped tube. Could it be a devil cock? I think it is a devil cock! I think Rush Limbaugh sucks Satan's black cock lovingly, trying to squeeze every acid-filled bit of jizz that he so loves out, at every single opportunity. I don't even believe in the supernatural devil! But I think these shit-stinking rightwingers are the closest we'll get to a devil on earth. Any you know what? This scum hides behind flag and Constitution, and behaves as if they are patriots. They are not. The form of government they advocate is completely foreign to anyone who loves democracy, to the extent of being the opposite. They advocate fascism, corporatism, inequality, and aristocracy. They are traitors of the highest order.
And they are the ones getting all the face time on TV, on the radio. If you think the Constitution is a good thing, you should have been screaming for 7 years, at least. If you start now, it might not be too late.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

lerrk

This is basically the only album the Cult did where they focussed on kicking ass and didn't worry so much about hugging and sweat lodges. And it rules.


The Cult
Love Removal Machine
Electric

Fell to the red room
Because she was there
A scarlet woman
She got me in fear
She said do all those things that you do to me
You know what I mean
Do all those things that you do to me yeah

Love remover love remover machine
You little fun remover love remover machine

Baby baby baby baby baby I fell from the sky
Yesterday you blew my mind oh yeah
Having trouble with my direction
Upside down psychotic reaction

Love removal love removal machine
You little soul shaker love removal machine
You little love removal machine
You little fun removal love removal machine

Love removal love removal machine
You little fun remover fun removal machine
You little love removal machine
You little soul shaker love removal machine

Look out here she comes
Look out here she comes
Look out here she comes

Shake it don't break it baby
Shake it don't break it baby
Shake it don't break it baby

Baby


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