What goes through my my mind when I read the news with my morning coffee. …Or for the Simon's Rockers in the group, this is my response journal.
Kid Rock On Republicans: ‘I’m F–king Embarrassed’
Welll, you fucking moron, there’s a pretty easy way out.
Supporting assholes who support slavery, hate women, hate immagrants, hate minorities, hate poor white and hate keeping the playing field even and vote for someone who isn’t a member of the Greedy Old Pricks party you fucking dipshit.
Paul: The government wants your gun rights – CNN.com
Rand, the people want you to shut the fuck up and stop lying to them.
Boys arrested in alleged sexual assault of girl who killed herself – latimes.com
LATImes, your journalistic endevours clearly suck ass.
thanks for the news but WHY this sudden turn of events?
Leaving out anything?
Like someone(s) threantening to publish where the little racist live if they weren’t arrested perhaps?
Um, let’s leave out 1/2 the story because our entire industry sucks at our our profession!
Five Reasons PC Sales Have Plunged – ABC News
hmmmm.
Windows 8 does suck ass.
And so does the new Outlook.
…most earnest do-gooders are more interested in activities that make people feel good about contributing rather than accomplish anything tangible.
Dana Milbank: Rand Paul goes to Howard U in peace, receives quiet – The Washington Post
Rand Paul has his head lodged so firmly up his ass that there isn’t enough light streaming in for him to see what an ignorant bigot he really and truly is.
Israeli troops ‘shoot disabled Palestinian’ – Middle East – Al Jazeera English
hmmmm.
further down…
“In a separate development, two rights groups said soldiers had arrested a 14-year-old Palestinian, who holds US nationality, on charges of throwing stones.
In a statement released late on Wednesday, prisoner rights groups Addameer and Defence for Children International (DCI) said a boy identified as Mohammed K had been seized during a pre-dawn raid on his home in Silwad near Ramallah on April 5.
“Mohammed was arrested without a warrant, denied access to an attorney, and interrogated without the presence of a parent,” Addameer’s lawyer Randa Wahbe said.”
Silly kid, don’t you know politicians are the only ones allowed to throw stones?
Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinning free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky,
Brush in some clouds and sea,
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space,
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face,
But afraid we may lay our home to waste.
There’s a fear down here we can’t forget.
Hasn’t got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls.
Again the hunt begins,
Again the bloodwind calls.
By and by, the morning sun will rise,
But the darkness never goes
From some men’s eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets,
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat,
It’s you and me.
You and me.
Click flash blade in ghetto night,
Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones.
Need that cash to feed that jones.
And the politicians throwin’ stones.
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns ‘stead of food today.
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin’ stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit’s sleeping
Then the flesh is ink.
History’s page will thus be carved in stone.
And we are here, and we are on our own.
On our own.
On our own.
On our own.
If the game is lost,
Then we’re all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We can leave this place and empty stone
Or that shinin’ ball we used to call our home.
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin’ stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars,
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rant and rage,
Singing someone’s got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover’s blown…
And the politicians throwin’ stones,
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And it’s all too clear we’re on our own.
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Picture a bright blue ball,
Just spinnin’, spinnin, free.
Dizzy with the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Lyrics by John Perry Barlow;
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