MICHAEL
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Put Him In The Hall Of Fame
Songstress Jill Sobule has an audacious idea, along the lines of, say, giving the Presidential Medal of Freedom to George Tenet -- let's give W a golden parachute that he'll jump at:
Anyone read the Declaration of Independence lately? Apart from its (still-breathtaking) claim that -- if and when things get bad enough -- "the People" have the right to revolution, its recitation of "repeated injuries and usurpations" committed by King George is particularly illuminating.
Have a great Fourth, everybody! posted by Michael 12:04 AM
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Songstress Jill Sobule has an audacious idea, along the lines of, say, giving the Presidential Medal of Freedom to George Tenet -- let's give W a golden parachute that he'll jump at:
Anyone read the Declaration of Independence lately? Apart from its (still-breathtaking) claim that -- if and when things get bad enough -- "the People" have the right to revolution, its recitation of "repeated injuries and usurpations" committed by King George is particularly illuminating.
Have a great Fourth, everybody! posted by Michael 12:04 AM
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
"It is but a small humble act for us to defend it."
Frister, please!
It is but a vile, overbearing and undemocratic act, exhibiting a disappointing, woeful misunderstanding of the First Amendment, for you to shamelessly grandstand about the flag, with the country (and the Constitution!) crumbling around you. posted by Michael 4:53 PM
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Frister, please!
It is but a vile, overbearing and undemocratic act, exhibiting a disappointing, woeful misunderstanding of the First Amendment, for you to shamelessly grandstand about the flag, with the country (and the Constitution!) crumbling around you. posted by Michael 4:53 PM
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Who Knew Punks Could Be Patriots?
An 18-year "overnight success story" out of Glenshaw, Pennsylvania, the band Anti-Flag hits its stride with "The Press Corpse" --
The [Downing Street] memo says . . .
. . . We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges
Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses
Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice
Roll the propaganda out using The People's Voice
We don't want to talk about it . . .
The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke
Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke
Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair
Wave the stars and stripes like you just don't care!
They talk it up all day, talk it up all night
Talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to . . . talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute (Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh)
They don't want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Ooooooohhh)
And on the TV screen . . .
. . . Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day
Was it WMDs? Or Democracy?
Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA
The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say . . .
"We don't want to talk about it!"
The White House boils over, "Al Jazeera got it wrong!"
The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song
While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies
The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives
They talk it up all day, talk it up all night
Talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to . . . talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute (Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh)
They don't want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Ooooooohhh)
(1,2,3,4!)
(1,2,3,4!)
Fires fueled on endless lies
Black shrouds coat desert skies
A nation's viewpoint blurred and led
As embeds report what they're fed
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
(We dont, don't want to, We dont' want to talk about it)
We don't want to talk about it,
(We dont, don't want to, We dont' want to talk)
They don't want to . . . talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh)
They don't want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Ooooooohhh)
An 18-year "overnight success story" out of Glenshaw, Pennsylvania, the band Anti-Flag hits its stride with "The Press Corpse" --
The [Downing Street] memo says . . .
. . . We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges
Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses
Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice
Roll the propaganda out using The People's Voice
We don't want to talk about it . . .
The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke
Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke
Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair
Wave the stars and stripes like you just don't care!
They talk it up all day, talk it up all night
Talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to . . . talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute (Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh)
They don't want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Ooooooohhh)
And on the TV screen . . .
. . . Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day
Was it WMDs? Or Democracy?
Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA
The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say . . .
"We don't want to talk about it!"
The White House boils over, "Al Jazeera got it wrong!"
The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song
While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies
The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives
They talk it up all day, talk it up all night
Talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to . . . talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute (Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh)
They don't want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Ooooooohhh)
(1,2,3,4!)
(1,2,3,4!)
Fires fueled on endless lies
Black shrouds coat desert skies
A nation's viewpoint blurred and led
As embeds report what they're fed
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
We don't want to talk about it,
(We dont, don't want to, We dont' want to talk about it)
We don't want to talk about it,
(We dont, don't want to, We dont' want to talk)
They don't want to . . . talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh)
They don't want to talk about it
They want tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute (Ooooooohhh)
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