t. Well, not precisely spicy, but perhaps controversial, and most definitely irreverent ADVISORY: This entry is about one of the sacred moments in American history--the murder of President Lincoln. If you're at all familiar with the style of this blog, then you already know I have an odd sense of humor. It is NOT my intention to make light of this tragedy. Just so you know, Dear Reader.... Can you tell from the title of this entry that I don't like Booth? Well, I don't. He was a delusional prick. In this week's title, I used the term "yahoo.:Here's how Jonathan Swift defined a "yahoo." It was a name used in Jonathan Swift's novel Gulliver's Travels , to describe the lowest form of life in that universe (they looked like primitive men): They are prodigiously nimble from their infancy. However, I once caught a young male of three years old, and endeavoured, by all marks of tenderness, to make it quiet; but the little imp fell a squalling,
OK how much do you know about “Tanya”? Shit I meant Patty-baby. "Tanya" was her ‘urban guerilla’ persona. To understand Hearst’s journey from being a lowly member of California’s privileged class, to someone who robbed a bank , you’ve got to go a bit deeper. Let’s start here: No, it's not Hearst in a gaudy print dress, and yeah, that's a poor kid really staring at that f&$@ing light for 8+ hours. LSD anyone!???!!! Can we really infer the idiocy of a younger generation of Americans from the picture of a single girl staring at a bare lit bulb, or the kidnapping of one poor dumb rich kid? No. Of course not. 'Not even,' in the words of Robert Plant (Led Zeppelin, you philistines!). Turn on, Tune in, and Drop Out -- Timothy Leary I know, we're all aware of that gem. Well, how about these? “You're only as young as the last time you changed your mind.” (maybe not so bad, eh? Well, that is, if you like living in a constant state of innocence) “
HERE'S ANOTHER WARNING, DEAR READER, I'M COMMENTING ON CURRENT POLITICAL EVENTS THIS WEEK. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE BORED BY MY RANTS AGAINST A CERTAIN PERSON. Every Person has their own opinion, and what follows is a collection of my thoughts and opinions. So, if you'll forgive me for vomiting my political views all over this page, THANKS!! OK, if you've come this far, shall we begin? “To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.” ― William Shakespeare, Macbeth You've got to hand it to ole Will (or the Earl of Oxford), he sure knows how to weave a spell with words. To tell you the truth, I w
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