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3/29/02
An eighteen year old
girl blows herself up at the supermarket. It sounds absurd, but I
guess she's lived 18 years under Israeli oppression, perhaps had no family
left alive and certainly had no counselors to help her sort out her savage,
seemingly meaningless existence of suffering in the desert.
I thought I might illustrate
with a picture an 18 year old girl, but realized typing "18 year old girl"
into a search engine isn't going to lead to anything worthwhile.
Since I'm not going to easily find a picture (a decent, moral picture)
just imagine Brittany Spears blowing herself to bits or better yet imagine
her donating 90% of her multi-millions to ease suffering on the West Bank.
Shit, I'm sure the bitch would rather blow herself to bloody streamers
of gore than part with any money in the name of easing unnecessary human
misery, and this is the world we allow to exist. On the one hand
a young woman driven to such desperation as to strike out at her supposed
enemy (Israeli grocery shoppers, I guess) by taking her own life and on
the other hand a young woman driven to such desperation as to assault the
public with her talentless stripper like stage theatrics. I'll give
the next Palestinian girl who wants to be a suicide bomber a clue, you're
real enemy has nothing to do with people at the super market, but rather,
people who pay others to go to the supermarket for them. Give Brittany
Spears a hug and light the fuse.
Just a bit of speculative
nonsense:
I saw the preview for
Attack of the Clones, the one that aired first on FOX, and the immediate
punch in the gut I got from the preview was simply from a line of dialogue
that said they had to give the chancellor (future emporer) emergency powers
to protect the republic. It's hard not to think of George.
3/28/02
The entire morning has slipped me
by as I've sat here reading depressing and unsettling news
story after news
story. And now with tales of Aflotoxin infected livers, suicide
bombers, Iraqi nuclear capacity, failing peace negotiations and the crumbling
of the last remnants of U.S. credibility in the Middle East, especially
as peace negotiators, I must write record reviews for a half dozen bands
who are going to find themselves the recipients of harsh and malicious
words railing against their feeble attempts at musicianship, songwriting,
lyricism and vain uninspired artistry. That's how it goes with me;
you best not catch me reviewing your band on a bad news day, and by those
standards if you want a good review you'll have to wait until the Middle
East runs out of oil and the United States no longer gives a bullet in
the heads worth of interest in these religion blinded hicks.
Secular democracy for all; Allah,
Jehovah and Jesus for none!
3/27/02
I rented Ghost World
last night and watched it again for the first time since seeing it in theaters
and this time through I fell in love with the opening number Thora Birch
is dancing along with on her television. The band playing has "Ted
Lyons & His Cubs" written on the bass drum, but a quick googling of
"ted lyons" and "his cubs" set me right on my path to truth and a search
for 1960's Indian pop music. Tomorrow I'll take my search into the
real world by walking down to the corner 7/11 and asking the clerk where
one might go to buy popular Hindi music from the mid-60's, in particular
the works of Mohd Rafi. I don't know why, but I have a gut feeling
the clerk will know the answer to that one.
I feel I'm being a tad
frivolous for the past couple days with my global concerns narrowed down
in writing to moths and Mohd. Honestly, I still have no love for
the government, but I'm currently feeling resigned to the inevitable destruction
the world is facing due to the avarice of the world's richest 1% and those
who use all their political might to insure that 1% stays at the top.
Yup, resigned. Just like a peasant farmer when Stalin rolls into
town. Just like a German in the 1930's. Just like anyone who
would rather bury themselves in the minutiae of their own lives so they
don't have to speak up or bother helping others. Yup, I'm resigned
and in my resignation I will fill my time with TV. TV like, tonight's
episode of Enterprise where the fearless crew encounters the Ferengi.
What a minute.
But aren't the Ferengi not encountered until two hundred years later by
Captain Jean-luc Picard and the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D?
The implications of this much earlier encounter to the space-time continuum
are indeed staggering and highly illogical. Ferengi belong in the
24th century, not the 22nd. Worst episode ever!
Note: In my haste to detail the plight of the moths and
I, I forgot to note the most significant event of this past Sunday.
It was a question that had been battling in my mind for a clear answer
for many years and now, finally, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and
Sciences has given me an absolute and determinate end to my quandary.
Ron Howard really is a superior and more skillful director than
Peter Jackson and David Lynch. Maybe even combined.
I'd like to thank the
Academy for their decisiveness in this matter.
03/26/02
The dried food stuffs
of my kitchen have become an endless, unstoppable breeding ground for gray
winged moths. The fluttery bastards are every where. First
it was Argentinean ants, now it's Indian moths. Doesn't any insect
living in L.A. actually come from here? Probably not, just like its
people.
For how often I complain
about insect infestations you'd think I was living in a dank root cellar
or wading through ankle deep piles of refuse, but that's not the case.
I'm quite sanitary. I'm sure I could be even more so, but life as
they say is too short for excessive sterilization. For me, I want
just enough sterilization to get by in the world and that includes, but
is not limited to the complete wiping down, scouring and chemical blasting
of every vertical, horizontal, slanted and inverted surface in the kitchen.
These moths must cease their wanton destruction of my flour, cereal, dried
fruits and nuts. If I put the time into it and emptied out the food
cabinets, toweled off all the canned goods and washed out the cupboards,
then I'm certain the infestation of winged 30 to 50 egg-laying at a pop,
larvae developing, silky-excreta dropping kitchen vermin would be reduced
to nil. But I haven't taken the time to fight Rick's New War in the proper
way. Instead I kill by hand the strays that casually beat their crooked
path through the air only to be swiped down by the great hand of god, thrown
roughly to the ground and stepped upon.
It's my belief that the
moths are psychically connected like a hive mind without a strong centralized
governor of actions. When one moth is smashed into a wall leaving
behind it's final gray powdery streak of defiance, inevitably a second
moth will fly out on a spastic ill-prepared kamikaze mission directly at
my head which results in the second moth being batted from the sky, dashed
to the floor and ground in mercilessly beneath 180 pounds of brute crushing
force. They are connected these moths. Most likely they are
horribly inbred after what must amount to nearly 100 moth generations of
isolation from other moths of their kind. Maybe they have new-blood
missions where they go out seeking their moth version of Don Johnson and
trap him in my kitchen to knock up all their moth broads, but I have my
doubts about their organization skills in pulling off such a plot.
Rather, the advance states of inbreeding have created a singular unity
of mind in which one moth feels the death of his brother and reacts in
futile vengeance to what is deemed through moth eyes as an unjust attack
on their freedom and carefree peace loving ways. For one hundred
generations they have known only the terror of constant warfare and it
is unlikely they will ever know anything more.
03/22/02
American
Patriot Registration! Do it now or suffer the consequences of
another rousing round of "Let
the Eagle Soar."
This link goes out to...
The
Juggler.
Here's a review of the
new Cannibal Corpse.
Cannibal Corpse
"Gore Obsessed"
(Metal Blade)
Long time fans of Cannibal
Corpse know about the band's obsession with the 1960's teenage pop recording
artist, Leslie Gore, and this is Cannibal Corpses tribute to the lovely
Ms. Gore and her eleven, count them, eleven, top forty hits she recorded
before the tender of age of 21. Cannibal Corpse's newest "Gore Obsessed"
relives those fun-filled top forty days of the mid to late sixties with
covers of all eleven of Ms. Gore's top forty hits. Some of the highlights
from "Gore Obsessed" include, "It's My Party," "Judy's Turn To Cry," "You
Don't Own Me," "That's The Way Boy's Are," "My Town, My Guy, & Me"
and the classic, rip-roaring, "Sunshine, Lollipops, & Rainbows."
Cannibal Corpse's faithful and straight faced covers of Leslie Gore's late
60's hits may leave some of their fans in the lurch, but I am certain their
brave and bold move will pick up legions of new fans. Vocalist, George
"Corpsegrinder" Fisher said, "It's difficult for us when we tour, having
been banned from Australia, New Zealand and Korea, and with our album "Butchered
at Birth" being outlawed in Germany we thought a change of pace might be
in order. Fans might not understand, but if they give it a real chance
they'll discover Leslie Gore has a brutal intensity all her own."
Guitarist Jack Owen added,
"German authorities have banned us from playing songs off our first three
records so we thought it only fair to our German fans to beef up the reservoir
of songs we can choose from when playing their shores. But what I
really want to know is why an American band can't play whatever the fuck
they want in Germany? We won that war in the name of freedom, so
freedom would prevail, and now they're censoring us again. Fucking
Nazis."
03~21~02
And to think I used to
actually enjoy this guy, really, until
his politics came rolling obscenely out during the election fiasco of 2000
and his pro-war
stance of 2001 through to the end of time and his anti-everyone in
the Middle East except Israel platform. Today on his site he posted
a little essay whining about Michael
Moore, and Mr. Moore's best selling new book, Stupid White Men.
Mr. Lileks begins like
many others faced with a galling truth they are unwilling to accept by
name calling. First, he tells his audience he thinks Moore is a "gasbag,"
then goes on to flesh out his gasbag/balloon metaphor by making a disparaging
remark concerning Mike's genitals being "twisted in a tight little
knot." Hurray, name calling and little dick remarks all in
the opening paragraph. This is a great start to what most anyone
can see will be a scintillating work of Republican satirical co-option,
which I rudimentarily define as the majority in power attacking the minority,
those with little political powers, through humor, supposed irony and outright
lies enucleated in "harmless" japes. When the majority does this
they usually do little more than echo the information coming down the conduits
from the large controlling media conglomerates that back and enforce the
power of the hard-right because that's the way the media mergers can go
on unchallenged and the way the presidents and CEOs of the large media
conglomerates can maintain their power and their wealth and their near
monopolistic control of the news. Did I digress? Well, we'll put
a stop to that right now.
Lileks continues his
anti-Moore essay with a synopses of Stupid White Men that reads:
Moore’s book is “Stupid
White Men,” a blistering indictment of fellow multimillionaires who behave
in ways Mr. Moore finds objectionable.
Of course, the way Mike's
fellow multimillionaires behave in objectionable ways is by valuing dollars
over human life, their own salaries over their workers and the power of
the dollar to crush, kill and destroy the environment that stands in its
path. What Lileks objects to is Moore, the millionaire, criticizing
other millionaires. That's why he mentions Moore is a millionaire,
that and to discredit everything Moore says and does. You see, a
millionaire speaking ill of other millionaires (and billionaires) is somehow,
by default, a hypocrite regardless of how any of them earn or maintain
their wealth. The not-so-fine differences between the politicians and corporate
scalawags attacked by Moore are somehow not picked up by Lilek's acute
sonar, but, of course, he doesn't want to read the book, but rather insult
Moore and his online book tour diary.
**parenthetical aside**
(I can't blame Lileks for not wanting to read Stupid White Men,
but not for his reason of tiring of "[Moore's]
cute little 'ain't I a stinker?' grin on his dust-jackets."
It is a breezy, brisk read, and maybe a little too much so like the book
was also written breezily and briskly as if by a 1950's sci-fi author attempting
to pay the bills with his pen. I enjoyed the heaps of facts, but
I'm a bit too much a member of the choir and had already acquired most
of the information elsewhere and made most of what passed off for jokes
in Stupid White Men in coffee clutches and beer brigandages with
friends. But then again, it was Roger and Me that had a big
to do with my political awakening, so it's a little chickeny/eggy isn't
it?) **end parenthetical aside**
Once again, Lileks is
uncomfortable with Moore's tone on his web diary, especially with this
off-handed comment from Mike, "...it
is already outrageous enough to be charging $24.95 for a book (a good way
to keep the masses ignorant and not reading if there ever was one)."
James dislikes Mike's use of the word, "masses." And here, in James'
words, is why:
There’s Moore in a nutshell.
We have “the masses,” that big doughy heap of sodden proles, heads bent
from their daily lashing by The Man, blasting across the alkali
flats in a jet-powered, monkey-navigated, and it goes on like this.
But then again, Mr. Lileks
can't liken himself to these masses anymore than Moore does. They're
both authors, both well off, both married white men, both with a daughter
and neither have to do real work anymore. I mean, they both can live
off their writing. And I'm glad for both of them. I enjoy both
of them, despite my opening comment, and I am also glad I am able to enjoy
them. Forty-four million people in the U.S. are functional illiterates.
An estimated one-sixth of the world's total population is illiterate according
to UNICEF and the UN places the percentage much higher at around 44%.
So, yes, even though the word "masses" may be objectionable to some in
its broad categorization of the poor and dispossessed as one large lump
sum it is hardly arguable that, when not being semantically pedantic, there
are not illiterate masses.
Further objections to
Mike's book tour diary include Mike's detailing of the police raiding
his book signing in San Diego. Now, I'm sure "raiding" is a bit overly
dramatic, but to assert that cops come in and threaten to arrest adults
for violating a curfew that would have heedlessly passed if not for the
call of a lone janitor to the police is ridiculous. If Mike is guilty
of hyperbole in describing the events of that night, then he can be excused.
As many people know when the cops arrive, calling for the end of any sort
of gathering, it's frightening. Why? They have guns, know how
to use them and can get away with murder. Sure it ain't likely to
happen, but neither is it likely for a guy from Flint, MI to become a multimillionaire
by bad mouthing the policies of the auto industry.
As tiring as this is,
I must go on. Lileks lashes out with much to object too, and here
I must do some rather liberal quoting. When Moore says, "Motivation
is key, with discontent providing that motivation," Lileks takes
immediate objection on an unrelated harangue:
Discontent: the sign
of a Serious Person. If you’re Deep and Real and Concerned with the way
things are, you’re pissed off. Unless you’re angry about taxes, race-based
government policies and the inefficiencies of the public education system,
in which case you are an Angry White Male who has to pick gravel out of
your knuckles every night.
I can barely begin to
state what's wrong with that. To start, being angry about taxes:
I'm angry about taxes, the rich don't pay enough, sales tax is unjust to
low income earners and now corporations that post profits in the billions
of dollars pay no taxes or have the government pay them. But I don't
think that's why James Lileks is angry about taxes. I don't know
what to say about race-based government policies except they'd hardly be
necessary if there were legal recourse under the constitution of the United
States of America to sue for racial inequality in pay and hiring practices
by way of something insanely progressive and liberal like the Equal Rights
Amendment. And what about public education? Maybe it would
be more effective if teachers were valued more, if education was shown
to be even slightly valued on the government tax distribution sheets, but
it ain't. Teachers are paid worse than cops, schools are falling
apart while brand new shiny precincts are being built, while anti-ballistic
missile technology is being explored, while corporations are having billions
of dollars retroactively returned to them thanks to George W.'s tax breaks
and million dollar bombs blow up Afghanistanis. There are many inefficiencies
in the public education system, there are many ways to fix them and privatization,
Mr. Bush, is not one of them. Lileks' defense of "angry white males"
is hardly a group that needs defending. If you think you pay too
much in taxes, then you've got it made, oh my brother.
One of the sources Lileks
quotes frequently is a story with some quotes from Michael Moore in it
recently published in the Arcata
Eye newspaper. The story, and some of Moore's quotes don't paint
the nicest picture, especially some rather ineloquent and incendiary remarks
Moore made concerning small businesses.
"If the small businesses
suck they'll be driven out of business. If they got a good restaurant,
people will go there and eat. You know in my town the small businesses
that everyone wanted to protect? They were the people that supported all
the right-wing groups. They were the Republicans in the town, they were
in the Kiwanas, the Chamber of Commerce - people that kept the town all
white. The small hardware salesman, the small clothing store salespersons,
Jesse the Barber who signed his name three different times on three different
petitions to recall me from the school board. Fuck all these small businesses
- fuck 'em all! Bring in the chains. The small businesspeople are the rednecks
that run the town and suppress the people. Fuck 'em all. That's how I feel."
That's how Mike feels,
but I can't say that's how I feel or even that it makes much sense.
I'll grant that Mike was extremely tired at the time he made those remarks,
but that's not much of an excuse. It's like hating all of the members
of say, a particular racial group because one of that groups members once
said your paintings showed a lack of personal style and your grasp of technique
was lacking. And small businesses don't always go out of business
because they "suck," there are a variety of other reasons such as not being
able to under sell the mighty corporate behemoth when they decide to under
sell your small business at a short term negative profit margin in order
to drive you out of business, thus eliminating competition so they can
price fix. That's one reason besides sucking.
I know this tirade set
out with a vague thesis of undermining Lileks' screed on Moore and has
taken somewhat of a turn but I never said I had to agree with either of
them. Lileks is wrong. Moore is not a greedy gasbag more interested
in his book sales than the causes for which he fights. And Moore
is wrong. The chains should not uniformly and unanimously be brought
in. They should be monitored, grossly taxed at the corporate level
and their numbers per square mile regulated to keep them under control.
It's for their own good too. Unlimited expansion, history teaches
us, leads to collapse. I really don't think the same applies to the
universe, however. The universe simply expands until it expands no
more, becomes cold and dies. Like this essay, in conclusionless anti-climactic
stagnation.
Moore
for sale.
Lileks
for sale.
03~20~02
Jack In The Box fast
food chain has been running an ad so nauseating it's hard for me to believe
they're actually trying to sell food by airing the thing.
 The
ad features their white hydrocephalic mascot cruising around in a sports
car convertible while piquantly lamenting the recent hard times many Americans
are facing due to the lapse (re: corporate hoarding of the wealth) in the
economy. That's why, Jack says, I've rolled out a slew of cheap meat
for you meat eating guineas. And they can deliver unto the starving
masses cheap meat because the lagging economy isn't pulling down the Jack
in the Box profits which had a 4.3 Percent Increase in First-Quarter
Earnings. But that's the way it is all over. The corporations
want the American public to believe we've hit hard times because if the
masses believe the hard times are here and the profits are all dried up
then they won't be asking for their share. The eyes can be turned
away from them as they ride off with their sacks full of loot in their
Porsche convertibles and Bentleys leaving plenty of cheap road kill behind
in their wake for their loyal, non-unionized work force.
The Jack in the Box ad
goes on to say that even though these hard times are supposedly upon us,
and there's nothing left for the people after the CEOs and the politicians
they sponsor take their fill that this is still the best gosh-darned country
in the world because of our freedom loving, tree-hugging, chainsawing,
meat-eating ways. The ad jingoistically implies we, America, will
overcome, but what I want to know is what, precisely, in America will overcome.
Will the will of the people, the cry of the poor, the hungry, those who
can't afford insurance or a doctor or the medicine the doctor prescribes
overcome or is it the continued will of the corporations, these American
institutions and the ultimate perseverance of the value of a dollar over
the value of life that will overcome? What the fuck's it going to
be Jack? Either our nigger-bombing, meat-eating, chainsawing, energy
consuming, environmentalist bashing ways continue and the rest of the world
slowly but surely turns their hostile eyes our way for forcing them to
live in squalor and suffering and join the Bin Ladens of the world to put
an end to our greedy, self concerned ways or we end these ways ourselves,
intelligently, without the loss of even more life and the piles of the
smoking wreckage of our hateful ignorance.
And as if those things
you call tacos are worth even close to a dollar!
03~13~02
This update is being
written with no hope of it ever appearing online, at least not for the
next month. Today marks the one month anniversary of this website
disappearing from the internet; a vanishing act more complete and total
than the one the BUllSHit
administration performed on the Bill of Rights.
What's been going on?
I've been trying (and that's it, just trying) to transfer this site's domain
name from one company to another. The "another" is register.com.
They seem like a decent lot of people, but I want to know why it took them
a full month to tell me that I can't transfer an expired domain name?
How maddening. I emailed them daily, phoned them on occasion and
when it finally looked as if the record was going to be set straight and
the planes would resume their regularly scheduled flights, bang! they drop
the news on me that the transfer can't be done like an American Airline's
Air Bus on Rock, Rock Rockaway Beach.
Maybe it's a good thing
the website has been down for awhile. It's allowed my thoughts free
roaming without the constraint of fomenting them into words, sentences
and actual cohesive ideas. It's allowed my mind to wander off untethered
into the wild lands of paranoia, persecution complexes, vaunted hyperbole,
ungainly delusions and total persistent phobia of the current U.S. government
and those who back what it does. Our government is composed of blood
and money thirsting caterers to the richest ten percent of the nation.
If you're poor, then you have no representation in the government.
And by poor I mean 90% of us. Once again the rhetoric hides the truth,
and the "war on terror" or "terrorism" is another code for a "war on the
poor waged by the powerful monied class supported and fully backed by the
power of the United States government." And if you don't like it,
they now have the power to take
you away. Without a high six figure per year salary in the United
States you have very few rights, but you do still have some rights, but
there's another but... You have rights "in" the United States, but
how easy is it for the government to extract you from the United States
and take you to countries where you have no rights, not even from torture?
It's happening. They're doing it to suspected terrorists and people
suspected of having connections with terrorists. And remember children,
I once suspected Jeff Bridges of sneaking into my backyard and stealing
my tomatoes on a nightly basis so take the word "suspect" in the broadest
and most delusional sense of the word possible and I think you may have
a notion of how the U.S. government thinks. What the hell does that
mean anyway? "suspected of terrorist connections?" Well, shit,
George W. Bush had connections with the Taliban, a group waging political,
religious and sexual terrorism on an entire country. In fact George
W. Bush supported their efforts with monetary contributions and aid to
their unrecognized government of over $40 million dollars in 2001.
What if you had donated large sums of money and other aid packages to the
Taliban in 2001 just months before September 11th? Where would you
be right now? Camp X-Ray in Guantanamo Bay? Of course making
connections between George W. Bush and terrorists isn't necessary since,
with all due respect to his handlers and those doing the real thinking,
George W. Bush is a terrorist, the most powerful terrorist the world has
ever seen. And it's my guess he's going to get more powerful.
Excuse me as I traipse off into a conspiracy theory because that's where
I'm going. The shadow government has been established. Dick
Cheney is rarely in Washington, D.C. and George does get out of town an
awful lot too. As the Enron scandal continues to erode the president's
80% approval rating, as he and his administration continue to ensconce
themselves in secrecy and as Americans for Victory Over Terrorism (AVOT)
whose mission it is to "take to task those groups and individuals who fundamentally
misunderstand the nature of the war we are facing," fails in their militaristic
propaganda campaign, the sentiment in America will turn. The sentiment
in America is turning. The president's approval rating is falling
faster than an American Airline's Air Bus on Rock, Rock... wait, I think
I used that one already. The very existence of AVOT is proof the
administration and the hard right is fearing the reversal in public attitude
towards America's new rampant militarism, but AVOT's own propaganda and
forms of terrorism against those "who are attempting to use this opportunity
to promulgate their agenda of 'blame America first,'" won't hold out forever.
They even came up with a cool political stance: "Blame America First!"
Well, that's what I'm doing. I'm blaming America and it's illegal
and unjust occupiers of it's highest political positions. I'm blaming
those illegal occupants whose ranks include Bush, Cheney and all those
in every cabinet position; they have given the corporations the power to
dictate domestic and foreign policy, including America's New War, for their
profits. This is a class war with fronts both at home and abroad.
When George W. Bush gives a tax cut benefiting the wealthiest ten percent
of this country, I'm Blaming America! When George W. Bush grants
the Taliban $43 million dollars to help fight the war on drugs, I'm Blaming
America! When George W. Bush orders the bombing of innocent women
and children, I'm Blaming America! When John Ashcroft writes and
sings patriotic jingles, you bet your ass I'm Blaming America! When
Israelis kill palestinians, I'm Blaming America! When oil companies
determine domestic energy policy, I'm Blaming America! When a non-violent,
judicial coup overthrows the officially elected government, I'm Blaming
this god trusting, corporate shoe shining, steak eating country of America!
And ain't no government agency going to convince me that I'm wrong.
And that is precisely what is too bad. Remember, I'm still going
on about my conspiracy theory. When propaganda and domestic terror
units like AVOT fail, then the Bush administration will have to go to their
contingency plan, nuking D.C. Originally the thought of the U.S.
government nuking its own capitol seemed outlandish even to me, but on
further consideration it's a completely logical plan for allowing the occupational
forces that have seized the U.S. government to remain in power. The
Pentagon, under orders from the current presidential administration has
developed plans to use nuclear weapons against China, Russia, Iraq, North
Korea, Iran, Libya and Syria. Bush has also ordered the development
of smaller nuclear arms for deployment on the battlefield. The support
of the American people to use nuclear weapons in war won't hold up unless
a nuclear weapon is used on the United States by "terrorists." There
is undeniable evidence linking George W. Bush as being the top supporter
of the Taliban before September 11th so how far of a stretch is it to imagine
the federal government, as run by him, as engaging in a plan of this sort?
The shadow government has been put on the ready; Bush and Cheney will be
"thank the baby Jesus" out of D.C. at the time of the nuclear attack and
that's all she wrote; the rest will be an unprecedented orgy of nukes abroad
and mass domestic round-ups, arrests and executions, without due process,
of political dissenters and poor people.
Sing about that, Ashcroft,
you fuck. I'm Blaming America; a country with a drunk at the wheel
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