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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion: Presidential
Thu Jun 26th 2008, 02:21 PM


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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion
Tue Feb 12th 2008, 04:43 PM
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discu...

An area of the Pacific ocean collects water borne garbage because of the low wind and circular currents. This growing garbage sea is now twice the size of Texas according to some estimates. The debris ranges in size from giant nets to tiny pieces of plastic. In fact, in this area, the tiny pieces of plastic are so prevalant that it is estimated that there is six times as much of these miniscule pieces of plastic as there is plankton. Small fish are eating the plastic instead of plankton.

Larger pieces kill birds that try to eat it, or wrap around mamals, fish and sea turtles, like this plastic band disfiguring a sea turtle:




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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion
Tue Jan 22nd 2008, 12:05 PM
From the 1976 movie Network...



....And when the twelfth largest company in
the world controls the most awesome
goddamned propaganda force in the
whole godless world, who knows what
shit will be peddled for truth on
this tube?

So, listen to me!
Television is not the truth! Tele-
vision is a goddamned amusement
park, that's what television is!

Television is a circus, a carnival,
a travelling troupe of acrobats and
story-tellers, singers and dancers,
jugglers, side-show freaks, lion-
tamers and football players.

We're in the boredom-killing business!
If you want truth, go to God, go
to your guru, go to yourself because
that's the only place you'll ever
find any real truth! But, man,
you're never going to get any truth
from us. We'll tell you anything
you want to hear. We lie like hell!
We'll tell you Kojack always gets
the killer, and nobody ever gets
cancer in Archie Bunker's house.
And no matter how much trouble the
hero is in, don't worry: just look
at your watch -- at the end of the
hour, he's going to win. We'll
tell you any shit you want to hear!

We deal in illusion, man! None of
it's true! But you people sit there
-- all of you -- day after day, night
after night, all ages, colors, creeds
-- we're all you know. You're
beginning to believe this illusion
we're spinning here.

You're beginning to think the tube is reality
and your own lives are unreal. You
do whatever the tube tells you. You
dress like the tube, you eat like
the tube, you raise your children
like the tube, you think like the
tube. This is mass madness, you
maniacs! In God's name, you people
are the real thing! We're the illu-
sions!

So turn off this goddam
set! Turn it off right now! Turn
it off and leave it off. Turn it
off right now, right in the middle
of this very sentence I'm speaking
now --

At which point, HOWARD BEALE, sweating and red-eyed with
his prophetic rage, collapses to the floor in a pro-
phetic swoon.

...Television continues relentlessly on....




SO JUST CALL AND TELL 'EM EXACTLY WHAT THEY WANT TO HEAR...instead of not watching and most importantly NOT PAYING for it anymore...sigh....
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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion
Wed Jan 16th 2008, 08:18 AM
...regardless of what *party* it's always the same shit...just not as deep sometimes.... guess I'm just a realist with accuarate observation....it's not hopelessness...it's just not blind faith that some DEMOCRAT is gonna make the world a utopia.
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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion
Wed Dec 05th 2007, 01:08 PM

http://www.projectcensored.org/censored_20...

Cheney company Halliburton allege that, as recently as January of 2005, Halliburton sold key components for a nuclear reactor to an Iranian oil development company.


According to a BBC report, Halliburton, which took thirty to forty million dollars from its Iranian operations in 2003, “was winding down its work due to a poor business environment.”

However, Halliburton has a long history of doing business in Iran, starting as early as 1995, while Vice President Cheney was chief executive of the company.

“I think we’d be better off if we, in fact, backed off those sanctions (on Iran), didn’t try to impose secondary boycotts on companies . . . trying to do business over there . . . and instead started to rebuild those relationships,” Cheney said during a 1998 business trip to Sydney, Australia, according to Australia’s Illawarra Mercury newspaper.


MORE...
http://www.projectcensored.org/censored_20...
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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion
Tue Aug 28th 2007, 01:57 PM
DU Lounge Poll: Where Will Katrina End Up?
Thu Aug-25-05 10:20 PM


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4 killed, 5 missing; power knocked out to 1.2 million as Katrina whacks S. Florida
Fri Aug-26-05 08:44 AM


http://www.democraticunderground.com/discu...



New Orleans, Louisiana....the week that was.....Sun Sep-04-05

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discu...



Poll question: Who's feelin' free and safe from the terrorists in the good ol' USA today?Sat Sep-03-05

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discu...

...my cynicism knows no bounds...life is to blame...how nobel we animals who pretend we're some how evolved from perfection instead of the savage beasts we still are..herding people at gunpoint who're starving and dying in what's now third world conditions in the state of Louisiana...the ruination of New Orleans and instead of the richest bastards who helped create this crisis being treated in this manner..it's the poorest of the destitude that have to suffer the most...guess they should be used to it and not put up much of a fuss...i hate this world.



They have M-16s and they're locked and loaded...shoot to kill...
Friday, September 2, 2005


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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion
Tue Feb 13th 2007, 02:47 PM
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/flood /

TIME LINE

1726
Residents of New Orleans, near the mouth of the Mississippi River, build artificial levees ranging in height from 4 to 6 feet to protect their young city from the ravages of floods.

1812
Levee building remains in vogue along the Louisiana shores of the Mississippi. As settlers move into the territory north of New Orleans, levees are constructed. By 1812 levees have been built to safeguard 155 miles of land north of New Orleans on the east bank of the river and 180 miles north of the city on the west bank.

1814
As early as 1814 the debate over levee building begins, and proposals are made advocating alternatives to levees such as the creation of artificial outlets, called spillways, to drain floodwaters from the river


1926
April: The Army Corps of Engineers, having constructed levees stretching from Cairo, Illinois to New Orleans, publicly declares that the levee system along the Mississippi will prevent future floods.

Fall: Violent storms in the northern United States dump tons of water into tributaries throughout the continent that feed into the Mississippi.

1927
April 29: The torrent has moved south. With the river almost at the levee tops, New Orleans dynamites the Poydras levee, creating a 1500-foot break at an estimated cost of $2 million, to direct the flood waters away from the city and its half million inhabitants. Movie cameras are on hand to record the momentous scene. The New York Times reports that many people refuse to quit the area to be flooded by the levee break. One woman living in a lighthouse "says she won't quit her post unless Uncle Sam comes to take her away."



....thought this deserved it's own thread...as much as things change...so they stay the same.
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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion (01/01/06 through 01/22/2007)
Tue Dec 19th 2006, 04:24 PM
...or NORAD!!! Amazin' how 19 hijackers with boxcutters beat our 400 BILLION DOLLAR Defense System!!
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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion (01/01/06 through 01/22/2007)
Sat Sep 02nd 2006, 06:50 PM
The passage of time will, in all likelihood, finally expose the truth behind exactly what happened on September 11, and why. Until the moment of final revelation comes, however, we are all best served by a systematic analysis of the facts surrounding that dark day.

...about that dark day too....so I don't hold any hope of the public ever learning the truth about September 11, 2001...the StayPuft Marshmallow Man might as well have done both.





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Posted by jus_the_facts in Latest Breaking News
Mon Aug 07th 2006, 11:32 PM
"In the closing years of his life, Asimov blamed the deterioration of the quality of life that he perceived in New York City on the shrinking tax base caused by middle class flight to the suburbs. His last non-fiction book,
Our Angry Earth (1991, co-written with his long-time friend science fiction author Frederik Pohl), deals with elements of the environmental crisis such as global warming and the destruction of the ozone layer."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Asimov
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Posted by jus_the_facts in Latest Breaking News
Mon Mar 20th 2006, 04:36 PM
"Each car spills a witches’ brew of dangerous gases into the air each year, including an average of:
4,000 kilograms of carbon dioxide
300 kilograms of carbon monoxide
30 kilograms of nitrogen oxide
35 kilograms of ozone-forming hydrocarbons as well as lesser amounts of methane, lead and particulates."

http://www.rco.on.ca/factsheet/fs_b02.html

Thats 9625 pounds of exhaust per car per year. Nearly 5 tons!

...so keep your murdering car exhaust to yourself!
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Posted by jus_the_facts in Latest Breaking News
Mon Mar 20th 2006, 02:02 AM
...and I don't SEE a whole helluva lot o'change happening...good luck with your plan...it's never happened in the hisorty of civilization but you just keep tellin' yourself it'll work and eventually you'll go batshit crazy.
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Posted by jus_the_facts in General Discussion: Presidential
Sat Oct 22nd 2005, 12:18 PM
....from the movie JFK by Oliver Stone.....

January, 1961 - President Dwight D.
Eisenhower's Farewell Address to the
Nation -

EISENHOWER ADDRESS...

The conjunction of an immense military
establishment and a large arms
industry is new in the American
experience. The total influence -
economic, political, even spiritual -
is felt in every city, every
statehouse, every office of the
Federal Government... In the councils
of government we must guard against
the acquisition of unwarranted
influence, whether sought or unsought,
by the military industrial complex.
The potential for the disastrous
rise of misplaced power exists and
will persist... We must never let
the weight of this combination
endanger our liberties or democratic
processes. We should take nothing
for granted...




...don't underestimate the budget
cuts Kennedy called for in March of
'63 either - close to 52 military
installations in 25 states, 21
overseas bases, you're talking big
money. You know how many helicopters
have been lost in Vietnam? About
three thousand so far. Who makes
them? Bell Helicopter. Who owns
Bell? Bell was near bankruptcy when
the First National Bank of Boston
approached the CIA about developing
the helicopter for Indochina usage.
How 'bout the f-111 fighters? General
Dynamics in Fort Worth. Who owns
that? Find out the defense budget
since the war began. $75 going on a
hundred billion ... $200 billion'll
be spent before it ends. In 1950 it
was $13 billion. No war, no money.
Sometimes I think the organizing
principle of any society is for war.
The authority of the state over it's
people resides in it's war powers.
Even Eisenhower - military hero of
WWII - warned us about it: "beware
the military - industrial complex",
he said. Kennedy wanted to end the
Cold War in his second term. He
wanted to call of the moon race in
favor of cooperation with the Soviets.
He signed a treaty with the Soviets
to ban nuclear testing, he refused
to invade Cuba in '62, and he set
out to withdraw from Vietnam. But
that all ended on November 22, 1963.

FLASHBACK TO the White House, 1963. Lyndon Johnson is with Henry Cabot Lodge. We see them as shadowy figures from a
distance across the wide room, or near a veranda with a porch
and plenty of light. Johnson, his back to us, talks in a
loud, thick Texas drawl (mostly muted) and signs a document.

X
Only four days after J.F.K. was shot,
Lyndon Johnson signed National
Security Memo 273, which essentially
reversed Kennedy's new withdrawal
policy and gave the green light to
the covert operations against North
Vietnam that provoked the Gulf of
Tonkin incident. In that document
lay the Vietnam War.

Could the Mob change the parade route, Bill, or eliminate the protection for the President?

Could the Mob send Oswald to Russia and get him back?

Could the Mob get the FBI, the CIA, and the Dallas Police to make a mess of the investigation? Could the Mob appoint the Warren commission to cover it up? Could the Mob wreck the autopsy?

Could the Mob influence the national media to go to sleep?
And since when has the Mob used anything but .38's for hits, up close? The Mob wouldn't have the guts or the power for something of this magnitude. Assassins need payrolls, orders, times, schedules. This was a military-style ambush from start to finish... a coup d'etat with Lyndon Johnson waiting in the wings.


Oh, now you're saying Lyndon Johnson
was involved? The President of the
United States?


I know this, Bill - Lyndon Johnson
got $1 billion from his Texas friends,
Brown and Root, to dredge Cam Ranh
Bay for the military in Vietnam.
That's just for openers.



First we had your charge that the Cuban exiles killed the President,
then the Mob, then you said the oil
billionaires did it, then you said
the Minutemen and the Ku Klux Klan
collaborated to do it, now your latest
theory seems to be that the CIA and
the FBI and the Pentagon and the
White House all combined in some
elaborate conspiracy to kill John
Kennedy. Let me ask you, is there
anyone besides Lee Harvey Oswald who
you think did not conspire to kill
the President?


But rather than admit to
a conspiracy or investigate further,
the Commission chose to endorse the
theory put forth by an ambitious
junior counsellor, Arlen Specter.
One of the grossest lies ever forced
on the American people, we've come
to know it as the "magic bullet"
theory.



The Official Legend is created and
the media takes it from there. The
glitter of official lies and the
epic splendor of the thought-numbing
funeral of J.F.K. confuse the eye
and confound the understanding.
Hitler always said "the bigger the
lie, the more people will believe
it."

Lee Oswald - a crazed, lonely
man who wanted attention and got it
by killing a President, was only the
first in a long line of patsies. In
later years Bobby Kennedy and Martin
Luther King, men whose commitment to
change and to peace would make them
dangerous to men who are committed
to war, would follow, also killed by
such "lonely, crazed men," who remove
our guilt by making murder a
meaningless act of a loner. We have
all become Hamlets in our country -
children of a slain father - leader
whose killers still possess the
throne.

The ghost of John F. Kennedy
confronts us with the secret murder
at the heart of the American dream.
He forces on us the appalling
questions: Of what is our
Constitution made? What is our
citizenship, and more, our lives
worth? What is the future of a
democracy where a President can be
assassinated under conspicuously
suspicious circumstances while the
machinery of legal action scarcely
trembles? How many political murders,
disguised as heart attacks, cancer,
suicides, airplane and car crashes,
drug overdoses will occur before
they are exposed for what they are?


The men who killed Kennedy, no doubt,
were honorable men. I believe we
have reached a time in our country,
similar to what life must've been
like under Hitler in the 30's, except
we don't realize it because Fascism
in our country takes the benign
disguise of liberal democracy. There
won't be such familiar signs as
swastikas. We won't build Dachaus
and Auschwitzes. We're not going to
wake up one morning and suddenly
find ourselves in gray uniforms goose -
stepping off to work ... "Fascism
will come,"


Huey Long once said. "in the name of anti-fascism" - it will
come in the name of your security -
they call it "National Security," it
will come with the mass media
manipulating a clever concentration
camp of the mind. The super state
will provide you tranquility above
the truth, the super state will make
you believe you are living in the
best of all possible worlds, and in
order to do so will rewrite history
as it sees fit.

George Orwell's Ministry of Truth warned us, "Who
controls the past, controls the
future."



There are hundreds of documents that could help prove
this conspiracy.

Why have they been
withheld or burned by the Government?
Each time my office or you the people
have asked those questions, demanded
crucial evidence, the answer from on
high has been "national security."


What kind of "national security" do
we have when we have been robbed of
our leaders? Who determines our
"national security"? What "national
security" permits the removal of
fundamental power from the hands of
the American people and validates
the ascendancy of invisible government
in the United States? That kind of
"national security," gentlemen of
the jury, is when it smells like it,
feels like it, and looks like it,
you call it what it is - it's Fascism!


I submit to you that what took place
on November 22, 1963 was a coup
d'etat. Its most direct and tragic
result was a reversal of President
Kennedy's commitment to withdraw
from Vietnam. War is the biggest
business in America worth $80 billion
a year. The President was murdered
by a conspiracy planned in advance
at the highest levels of the United
States government and carried out by
fanatical and disciplined Cold
Warriors in the Pentagon and CIA's
covert operations apparatus
- among
them Clay Shaw here before you. It
was a public execution and it was
covered up by like - minded
individuals in the Dallas Police
Department, the Secret Service, the
FBI, and the White House - all the
way up to and including J. Edgar
Hoover and Lyndon Johnson, whom I
consider accomplices after the fact.



There is a very simple way to
determine if I am being paranoid
here.

Let's ask the two men who have
profited the most from the
assassination - your former President
Lyndon Baines Johnson and your new
President, Richard Nixon - to release
51 CIA documents pertaining to Lee
Oswald and Jack Ruby, or the secret
CIA memo on Oswald's activities in
Russia that was "destroyed" while
being photocopied. All these
documents are yours - the people's
property - you pay for it, but because
the government considers you children
who might be too disturbed to face
this reality, because you might lynch
those involved, you cannot see these
documents for another 75 years. I'm
in my 40's, so I'll have shuffled
off this mortal coil by then, but
I'm already telling my 8 year - old
son to keep himself physically fit
so that one glorious September morning
in 2038 he can walk into the National
Archives and find out what the CIA
and the FBI knew. They may even
push it back then. It may become a
generational affair, with questions
passed down from father to son, mother
to daughter, in the manner of the
ancient runic bards. Someday
somewhere, someone might find out
the damned Truth. Or we might just
build ourselves a new Government
like the Declaration of Independence
says we should do when the old one
ain't working - maybe a little farther
out West.



** A Congressional Investigation from 1976 - 1979 found a
"probable conspiracy" in the assassination of John F. Kennedy
and recommended the Justice Department investigate further.
As of 1991, the Justice Department has done nothing. The
files of the House Select Committee on Assassinations are
locked away until the year 2029.

The camera moves onto the mottoes chiselled in the walls of
the National Archives in Washington, D.C.:

"STUDY THE PAST"

"PAST IS PROLOGUE"

"ETERNAL VIGILANCE IS THE PRICE OF LIBERTY"

DEDICATED TO THE YOUNG, IN WHOSE SPIRIT THE SEARCH FOR TRUTH
MARCHES ON.





** In November, 1969 JIM GARRISON was re-elected to a third
term as District Attorney of Orleans Parish. In June of
1971, he was arrested by Federal Agents on charges of allowing
payoffs on pinball gambling by organized crime. In September
of 1973, after defending himself in Federal Court, he was
quickly found not guilty of charges that appear to have been
framed against him. Less than six weeks later, he was
narrowly defeated for a fourth term as District Attorney.

** In 1978, Garrison was elected Judge of the Louisiana State
Court of Appeal in New Orleans. He was re - elected in 1988.


To this date, he has brought the only public prosecution in
the Kennedy killing.



** SOUTHEAST ASIA: 58,000 American lives, 2 million Asian
lives, $220 billion spent, 10 million Americans air - lifted
there by commercial aircraft, more than 5,000 helicopters
lost, 6.5 million tons of bombs dropped.




“Halliburton has already raked in more than $10 billion from the Bush-Cheney Administration for work in Iraq, and they were awarded some of the first Katrina contracts," Lautenberg said in a statement. "It is unseemly for the Vice President to continue to benefit from this company at the same time his Administration funnels billions of dollars to it. The Vice President should sever his financial ties to Halliburton once and for all.”

Cheney continues to hold 433,333 Halliburton stock options. The company has been criticized by auditors for its handling of a no-bid contact in Iraq. Auditors found the firm marked up meal prices for troops and inflated gas prices in a deal with a Kuwaiti supplier. The company built the American prison at Guantanamo Bay.


http://rawstory.com/news/2005/Cheneys_stoc...
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Posted by jus_the_facts in The DU Lounge
Sun Oct 02nd 2005, 12:50 PM
....and realistically one has NO control over that fact in the grand scheme of things..if one lives their life viewing it through a microscope all the time..making issue of everything one disapproves of....one becomes a miserably depressed individual who enjoys nothing and might as well be dead...the Bible which is based on misogyny..is still the most popular book in history...go figure.
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Posted by jus_the_facts in The DU Lounge
Sun Sep 11th 2005, 03:13 PM
Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside.....


Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, but who’s to say?



For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know


For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls



Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will

Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see



For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls


Metallica~Ride The Lightning



....thanks to www.mopaul.com for the visuals.
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"I never submitted the whole system of my opinions to the creed of any party of men whatever in religion, in philosophy, in politics, or in anything else where I was capable of thinking for myself. Such an addiction is the last degradation of a free and moral agent."
-Thomas Jefferson, letter to Francis Hopkinson, March 13, 1789

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Christianity neither is, nor ever was a part of the common law."

-Thomas Jefferson, letter to Dr. Thomas Cooper, February 10, 1814








An exerpt from Call of Cthulhu...written in 1926 by H. P. Lovecraft...


"The most merciful thing in the world...I think...is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity....and it was not meant that we should voyage far...

The sciences...each straining in its own direction....have hitherto harmed us little....but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifing vistas of reality....and of our frightful position therein...that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."



.....in light of our war machines and nukes...and the ongoing destrution and dessimation of the environment...the reality of the 21st century's vistas of terror our sciences have created...I find Lovecraft's words eerily prophetic....



_________________________________________________________

The Almighty Dollar ~ Ozzy

It's In The Lives That We Lead
Setup For Money And Greed
A Little Isn't Enough We Have To Use It All Up
Success, Excess, The Truth Is Inconvenient

Oh Hang Your Head
Pillaged And Left Us For Dead
You Kept Us Blind And Mislead
How Could You Think Nothings Wrong
You Won't Be Smiling For Long
When It's All Gone, Gone
We Can Never Go Back

Burn Into The Air And Atmosphere
Watching The Rain Come Down
Turn Your Head Away Ignore The Fear
Watching The Ice Crash Down

Our Father's Justice Gets Closer
How Could You Screw Us All Over
Rape, Steal And Murder
God Bless The Almighty Dollar
The Almighty Dollar

Poison The Air That We Breathe
Chained To Industrial Need
Destroy The Souls That You Steal, The Radiation Is Real
Debate, Too Late, You've Built Our Funeral Pyre

You Kill My Faith
Mother Earth, Desecrate
Deceive The Whole Human Race
I Know You Think Nothings Wrong
We Won't Be Breathing For Long
When It's All Gone, Gone
We Can Never Go Back

Burn Into The Air And Atmosphere
Watching The Rain Come Down
Turn Your Head Away Ignore The Fear
Watching The Ice Crash Down

Our Father's Justice Gets Closer
How Could You Fuck Us All Over
Rape, Steal And Murder
God Bless The Almighty Dollar

Death, Doom And Disaster
The Point Of No Return
No Earthly Life Ever After
Is It Too Late To Learn?

Burn Into The Air And Atmosphere
Watching The Rain Come Down
Turn Your Head Away Ignore The Fear
Watching The Ice Crash Down

Our Father's Justice Gets Closer
How Could You Fuck Us All Over
Rape, Steal And Murder
God Bless The Almighty Dollar
The Almighty Dollar

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~*~RIP Dad~*~
July 14, 1940 ~ June 24, 2005



He was retired from the International Union of Elevator Constructors and served in the United States Marine Corp.



Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight;
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.

~Author Unknown~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


~*~Lyrical Interlude~*~
~Soul Shine~

When you can’t find the light
That guides you through a cloudy day
When the stars ain’t shinin’ bright
And you feel like you’ve lost your way
When the candle lights of home
Burn so very far away
Well you got to let your soul shine
Just like my daddy used to say

He used to say soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshine
Damn sure better than rain
Well now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Shine till the break of day

I grew up thinkin’ that I had it made
Gonna make it on my own
But life can take the strongest man
And make him feel so alone
Now sometimes I feel a cold wind
Blowin’ through my achin’ bones
I think back to what my daddy said
He said “Boy, in the darkness just before dawn”

Let your soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshne
Damn sure better than rain
Yeah now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Shine till the break of day

Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness
Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul
A woman too, God knows, she can feel like this
And when your world seems cold
You've got to let your spirit take control

Let your soul shine
It’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshne
Damn sure better than rain
Lord now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Yeah, shine on and on and on

Oh, it’s better than sunshine
It’s better than moonshne
Damn sure better than rain
Yeah now people don’t mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Yeah, shine on and on and on
Shine till the break of day


~Gov't Mule~


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~Bold As Love~

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour

Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on

But they're all bold as love, yes, they're all bold as love
Yeah, they're all bold as love
Just ask the axis

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria

Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh,

Giving my life to a rainbow like you

But, I'm eh , yeah, I'm bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well I'm bold, bold as love
I'm bold as love
Just ask the axis...he knows everything
Yeah, yeah, yeah
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~If 6 Was 9~

....yeah, sing a song bro...

If the sun refused to shine
I don't mind, I don't mind
yeah
If the mountains ah, fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain't me....well, all right

Got my own world to live through and uh, ha !
And I ain't gonna copy you.

Yeah...sing the song brother...
Now if uh, six uh, huh, turned out to be nine

Oh I don't mind, I don't mind uh...well all right...
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
Oh I don't care, oh I don't care.
Dig.

Cause I've got my own world to live through and uh, huh
And I ain't gonna copy you.

White collar conservative flashin' down the street
Pointin' their plastic finger at me, ha !
They're hopin soon my kind will drop and die but uh

I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high !
Oww !

Wave on, wave on...


Ah, ha, ha
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on mister business man, you can't dress like me
Yeah !

Don't nobody know what I'm talkin about
I've got my own life to live

I'm the one that's gonna die when it's time for me to die

So let me live my life the way I want to
Yeah, sing on brother, play on drummer


~JIMI HENDRIX~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


~Wish You Were Here~

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here....

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears,
wish you were here.

~Pink Floyd~


~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~The Way It Is~

Doesn't matter who gets the best of who
Or who can hurt who the most, no.
It never was meant for it to be that way,
Never should be that way at all.

The way it is, the way that it goes
Happenin' day after day, yeah.
That's the way it is, the way that it goes,
Workin' in the strangest ways.

Even though we could never seem to work things out,
I still love you just the same.
I miss your smile and that sparkle in your eye.
You're so beautiful, never change.

The way it is, the way that it goes
Happenin' day after day, yeah.
That's the way it is, the way that it goes,
Workin' in the strangest ways.

What it is, and what it was,
What shall be shall be, yeah.
Sometimes it happens in the strangest ways,
Sometimes it's hard to believe, yeah. (Do you believe?)
Do you believe, can you believe?

The way it is, the way that it goes,
Workin' in the strangest ways, yeah.

Now it really don't matter who gets the best of who.
It never did and never will.
It was never meant for it to be that way.
Why must it be that way at all?


The way it is, the way that it goes
Happenin' day after day, yeah.
That's the way it is, the way that it goes,
Workin' in the, workin' in the strangest ways.
That's the way it is, that's the way it is,
That's the way it is, that's the way that it goes, yeah.
Yeah. That's the way it is, that's the way that it goes.
That's the way it is, that's the way that it goes.
See it happen day after day, yeah, yeah,
Workin' in the strangest ways.

Can you believe, do you believe?
Can you believe, do you believe?
That's the way it is, that's the way it goes.
Yes it do.

~*~Tesla~*~


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~Symptom of the Universe~

Take me through the centuries to supersonic years
Electrifying enemy is drowning in his tears
All I have to give you is a love that never dies
The symptom of the universe is written in your eyes

Yeah

Mother mooch is calling me back to her silver womb
Father of creation takes me from my stolen tomb
Seventh night the unicorn is waiting in the skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies

Yeah

Take my hand, my child of love come step inside my tears
Swim the magic ocean I've been crying all these years
Then our love will ride away into eternal skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies

Yeah

Oh my child of loves creation, come and step inside my dreams
In your eyes I see no sadness, you are all that loving means

Take my hand and we'll go riding through the sunshine from above
We'll find happiness together in the summer skies of love

~*~Black Sabbath~*~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~The Rain Song~


This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time.

Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.

Jus a li'l rain.....

~*~Led Zeppelin~*~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~By Your Side~

When your lost
I am found
When you slip
I hold my ground
When I fall
Please take a bow
And when you're up
Just remember I am down

People looking for
Fortune and fame
They dont know
That it's all the same
It's like any other game
You know there's a loser
But it's alright

When you feel your heart is breaking
When all your friends are faking
When it's giving and no taking
I will be by your side

I've been over the hill and back
Survived every kind of attack
It's been a few years at that
As a matter of fact

Good luck is just good luck
You dont go hungry if you got pot luck
I've been down
But never on my knees
I see the forest for the trees

When you feel your heart is breaking
When all your friends are faking
When it's giving and no taking
I will be by your side


~*~Black Crowes~*~

~*~Poetic Interlude~*~
It's like a spell
cast in the depth of my heart
Relinquishing all fears
Persuading me to love
Making me realise
Hope in paradise.

It was like a dream
Hoping to be fulfilled
Coping with the circumstances
That entails
Revolving contemplation
in the mind.

At last, it came to reality
The eyes see the invisible,
The mind feels the impossible,
Love is portrayed well enough
Through the beauty of you
It's true, love really exists,
Because I see it in you.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Love...

Sweet sounds from the music of the heart
Composed of flowers and flattery
Played by instruments - each has its own part
Sung with passion and delicacy

Love...

Faded pages with meaning beyond comprehension
Written with strength and fervency
Read by many with constant devotion
Stored on shelves of diversity

Love...

Strokes of vivid colors and happiness
Drawn by the instinct of desire
Painted with tenacious tenderness
Displayed in galleries of grandeur

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Against Indifference....

More love or more disdain I crave...
Sweet, be not still indifferent...

O send me quickly to my grave,
Or else afford me more content!
Or love or hate me more or less,
For love abhors all lukewarmness.

Give me a tempest if 'twill drive
Me to the place where I would be...

Or if you'll have me still alive,
Confess you will be kind to me.
Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave...
More love or more disdain I crave.

Webbe c. 1678


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A Poem from 'Queen O' the Damned'...

Tempting to place in coherent collage......
...the bee...the mountain range...the shadow my hoof...

Tempting to join them...enlaced by logical vast and shining...
Molecular thought-thread...thru all Substance...

Tempting...to say I see in all I see...
The place where the needle began in the tapestry...but ahh...

It all looks whole and part...long live the eyeball and the lucid heart...

Some Lamb~ Four Days in Another City ~ Stan Rice

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~Tasting The Earth~

In a dark hour, tasting the Earth.
As I lay on my couch in the muffled night, and the rain lashed my window,
And my forsaken heart would give me no rest, no pause and no peace,
Though I turned my face far from the wailing of my bereavement....
Then I said: I will eat of this sorrow to its last shred,
I will take it unto me utterly,
I will see if I be not strong enough to contain it....
What do I fear? Discomfort?
How can it hurt me, this bitterness?

The miracle, then!
Turning toward it, and giving up to it,
I found it deeper than my own self....
O dark great mother-globe so close beneath me...

It was she with her inexhaustible grief,
Ages of blood-drenched jungles, and the smoking of craters, and the roar of tempests,
And moan of the forsaken seas,
It was she with the hills beginning to walk in the shapes of the dark-hearted animals,

It was she risen, dashing away tears and praying to dumb skies, in the pomp-crumbling tragedy of man...
It was she, container of all griefs, and the buried dust of broken hearts,

Cry of the christs and the lovers and the child-stripped mothers,
And ambition gone down to defeat, and the battle overborne,
And the dreams that have no waking....

My heart became her ancient heart:
On the food of the strong I fed, on dark strange life itself:
Wisdom-giving and sombre with the unremitting love of ages....

There was dank soil in my mouth,
And bitter sea on my lips,
In a dark hour, tasting the Earth.

James Oppenheim 1882



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Destiny

Harrison Smith Morris 1899

OUR many years are made of clay and cloud,
And quick desire is but as morning dew;
And love and life, that linger and are proud,
Dissolve and are again the arching blue.

For who shall answer what the ages ask?
Or who undo a one-day-earlier bud?
We are but atoms in the larger task
Of law that seeks not to be understood.

Shall we then gather to our meagre mien
The purple of power, and sit above the seed,
While still abroad the acres of the green
Invisible feet leave imprint of their speed?

We are but part; the whole within the part
Trembles, as heaven steadied in a stream.
Not ours to question whence the leafage start,
Or doubt the prescience of a people’s dream.

For these are cradled in the dark of time,
And move in larger order than we know;
The isolate act interpreted a crime,
In perfect circle, shows the Mind below.

Forth from the hush of equatorial heat
The wiser mother drove her sable kin—
Was it that through our vitiated wheat
A lustier grain should swell the life, grown thin?

Was it that upward through a waste of blood
The brutal tribe should struggle to a soul,—
That white and black, in interchange of good,
Might grope through ages to a loftier whole?

Who knows, who knows? For while we mock with doubt
The ceaseless loom thrids through its slow design;
The waning artifice is woven out,
And simple manhood rears a nobler line.

Then wherefore clamor to your idols thus
For bands to hold the Nation from its growth,
And wax in terror at the overplus
Won from dishonor and imperial sloth?

Wherefore implore the Power that lifts our might
To punish what His providence ordains;
To fix our star forever in its night;
To hold us fettered in our ancient chains?

The Nation in God’s garden swells to fruit,
And He is glad, and blesses. Shall we then
Shrink inward to the dulness of the root,
And vanish from the onward march of men?

Give up the lands we won in loyal war;
Give up the gain and glory, rule, renown,
The orient commerce of the open door,
The conquest, and the wide imperial crown?

Yea, were these all, ’t were well to let them go;
For idle gold is but an empty gain:
An empire, reared on ashes of its foe,
Falls, as have fallen the island-walls of Spain.

Treasure is dust. They need it not who build
On better things. Our gain is in the loss:
In love and tears, self victories fulfilled,
In manhood bending to the bitter cross.

In burdens that make wise the bearer, wounds
Taken in hate that sanctify the heart,
In sympathies and sorrows, and in sounds
That up from all the open waters start;

In brotherhood that binds the broken ties
And clasps the whole world closer into peace;
In East and West enwoven loverwise,
Mated for happy arts and home’s increase.

What though the sere leaf circle to the ground,—
Its summer task is done, the bough is clean
For Spring’s ascent; the lost is later found
In some new recess of the risen green.

We are but Nature’s menials. ’Tis her might
Sets our strange feet on Australasian sands,
Bids us to pluck the races from their night
And build a State from out the brawling bands.

Serene, she sweeps aside the more or less,
The man or people, if her end be sure;
Her brooding eyes, that ever bend to bless,
Find guerdon for the dead that shall endure.

Truth marches on, though crafty ignorance
Heed not the footfall of the eternal tread.
The land that shrinks from Nature’s armed advance
Shall lie dishonored with her wasted dead.

Yea, it behooves us that the light be free.
We are but bearers,—it is Nature’s own,—
Runners who speed the way of Destiny,
Yielding the torch whose flame is forward blown.

We are in his wide grasp who holds the law,
Who heaves the tidal sea, and rounds the year;
We may return not, though the weak withdraw;
We must move onward to the last frontier.
~*~Lyrical Interlude Part Deux~*~


~Childhood's End~

You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.

Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?

You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart.

Just one man beneath the sky,

Just two ears, just two eyes.

You set sail across the sea of longpast thoughts and memories.

Childhood's end,
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities.

And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist.

All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice.

Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why?

Some are born;
Some men die beneath one infinite sky.

There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.

All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.

And so all things, time will mend.
So this song will end.

~*~Pink Floyd~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~*~You Won't Change Me~*~

I'm just a wo'man and I am what I am
Nobody will ever change my ways
I don't need money and I don't need no lies
I only need to live for today
But I'd like to talk things over with you
I want to hear the things you say, today
Although you won't change me anyway, no no way

I wish you'd come and see me, I'd like to hold you
I want to set my mind all free
You understand me, you give me time
But I don't need no sympathy
Still I wonder what it's like to be loved
Instead of hiding in myself
Nobody will change me anyway, no no way

Nobody's gonna change my world
That's something too unreal
Nobody will change the way I feel

So listen to me now, hear what I say
Please give me time and maybe love
If there's a God up there, well I hope he helps me
I need him now to set me free
'Cause it may be that it's over for me
If you don't hear the things that I say, today
Nobody will change me anyway, no no way

Nobody's gonna change my world, that's something too unreal
Nobody will change the way I feel

~*~Black Sabbath~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~*~The Ballad of Curtis Lowe~*~

Well I used to wake the mornin', before the rooster crowed. Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.

Brought 'em down to the corner, down to
the country store.
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis
Lowe.

Old Curt was a black man, with white, curly hair.
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care.
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee.
I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for
me.

Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
Well I got your drinkin'
money, tune up your dobro.

People said he was useless, them people all were
fools, cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the
blues.

He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten.
Mama used to warn me
but I'd go see him again.

I'd clap my hands, and stomp my feet, try to stay in
time.
He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine.
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
Well I got your drinkin money, tune up your
dobro.

People said he was useless, them people all were fools, cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues.
On the day Old Curtis
died, nobody came to pray.
Old preacher said some words, and they chucked him
in the clay.

Well he lived a lifetime, playin the black man's blues.
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to do.

Play me a song Curtis
Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
I wish that you was here so everyone would know.
People said he was useless, them people all were fools, cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.

~*~LYNYRD SKYNYRD~*~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~Wot's...uh the Deal~

Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the red is
Wot's...uh the deal?
Got to make it to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old

~*~Pink Floyd~*~

 
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