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“One day you will find that all the people who rejected you in your youth are trying to imitate you, or imitate imitations of you. Don’t be distracted. that is not fame. Keep working. Keep nailing yourself to the cross of your art.” (-Phoebe Legere)
“If you wonder what’s up in the war you’re paying for, MSM is the last place to look. Here’s why the Russian withdrawal from one side of Dnieper River to the other in Kherson is not the decisive defeat the spin machine wants you to believe.” (Dr. Jill Stein)
“Prosecuting Assange means that any publication based on leaked material would become a crime”
(-Former UN Special Rapporteur on Torture Nilz Melzer)
The two issues that are not being discussed in relationship to the outcomes of the midterm election are austerity & continued support for the war in Ukraine. Why? Because there is already bipartisan consensus to support a recession & war in Ukraine. The current theatrics of the midterms as though something significantly different will occur depending on what bourgeois party controls Congress is not to be taken seriously. As Biden told his corporate backers – nothing will change.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“Imagine STILL thinking democrats getting one more seat in the senate is “winning,” & capping for them when they’ve literally done NOTHING for you except promise to give you crumbs & then take them back?” (-Fiorella Isabel)
“Nothing enrages the official authorized commentariat like the common riff raff having access to platforms and audiences. That’s why the official authorized commentariat have been the most vocal voices calling for internet censorship …” (-Caitlin Johnstone)
Joe Biden has literally armed fascists in Ukraine and elsewhere. What does that make him?” (-Danny Haiphong)
Brothers and sisters and friends of the revolution! Holy Stars and Stardust!!! Hozac Records the amaaazing people who brought you that poignant and dynamic Michael Goldberg penned book, “WICKED GAME” about the genius godstar JAMES CALVIN WILSEY of Chris Isaak and the Avenegers fame that is so exceptionally well written, and spilling over with so much nearly unfathomable promise, pathos and pain a gripping, emotion packed, hard driving road trip of a blazing comet who enhanced millions of people’s love lives-it’s an adventure filled empathetic portrait of a rare musician who streaked across the sky and died on the cold sidewalks that you will read again and again if you are a fan of the man and his hypnotic tone and Chris Isaak’s angelic falsetto and broken hearted divebar torch n twang, those people, at Hozac, have brought us another essential, soon to be indispensable classic, “GUILTY! MyLife As A Memeber of THE JONESES, A Heroin Addict, A Bank Robber, and A Federal Inmate” by JEFF DRAKE! I mean, how thrilling is it for us JONESES fans that Jeff wrote the definitive inside story of The Joneses! Our mutual pal Anthony told be the Drake boys and their sis had been raised by old fashioned conservative parents but I smiled when in the book Jeff said his mom was out canvassing for Nixon cuae I got a Nixon Now button on my jacket-funny how far to the right Clintons and Obama pulled this country cause compared to Reagan, Clinton, Bush, Obama, Trump and Biden, fucking crooked old Tricky Dick was downright woke and progressive-making friends with China, making friends with some factions of the American Indian movement, and establishing enviornmental protections agencies-that’s a far cry from the cold warrior, surveillance tech spying and mass censorship, war on whistleblowers and torture gulags we’ve had sinec 9/11 and now corporate media is evn image rehabilitaing torture architects the Cheneys and John Woo! So yeah, Jeff was raised in a pretty conservative but still somehow idyllic Beach Boys/Leave It To Beaver old school baseball cards and ponies type enviornment but I had no idea he had suffered through so, so many health problems and traumatic accidents as a kid, half his childhood was hospitals and wheelchairs, losing his hearing in one ear like Brian Wilson, and almost losing the sight in both eyes, he had a bicycle wreck where his whole face was scabbed and his whole skull was fuckedup, poor kid-you should see the photos of how Happy Days Opie cowboy innocent he looked back then. Then, he discovered “Creem” magazine and rocknroll radio and look out, ya know? He end up forming the Joneses with skateboard legend Steve Olsen and running around with ne’er do well rocknroll rogues like Steve Jones and Danny Sugarman and shit. I love that band so much, I had some older associates who lived in a nearby town next to a used record store so they steadily accumulated a vast collection of used records with their hefty allowances, including those “Hell Comes To Your House” records, and when I was still semi on the street feral and couch surfing homeless, they would buy me beer underage and let me explore all their cool vinyl, we covered “She’s So Filthy” briefly in my late teenage years and Drake told me on the phone once I had the lyrics wrong. One of my old roommates covered “Pillbox” with his snotty kid punk band in the ya know Teengenerate/Ripoffs era, right whn I was kinda leaving the rocknroll scene which I felt had been taken over by the mainstream capitalist squares and normies. L.A. witch, Screaming Siren, Ringling Sister, Punk Hostage novelist and Disgraceland habituee Pleanant Gehman wrote his liner notes. Everybody knows he’s one of my favorite singer-guitarplayer-songwriters, me and all my friends grew up covering his songs, trying to be like The Joneses, Amanda Jones, and Vice Princiopals! This book is what your sleazy rocknroll boyfriend or girlfriend wants for Christmas, believe me! If you or your loved one like the kinda wild rocknroll music we all write about around here, this is the surefire hit of the fucking year! JUST WAIT TIL YOU SEE THE PICTURES!!! I haven’t talked to Jeff in a long time, but he knows how much I love his work and I am always rootin’ for the brother! GET THIS TOME A-S-A-P! I haven’t glimpsed the Bebe Buell book yet, but everybody around here also loves Bebe Buell, the courageous trailblazer, notorious hellraiser, model/muse/underground superstar/did it her own way rocknroll legend. Maybe after the holidays, we’ll try n wrangle some interviews with these historically significant people. HOZAC RECORDS is home to the real rocknroll beat! You’ll want to go there now!
All the old timey glam people know in my snotty youth I used to put out a series of crummy fanzines about punk rock, glam, glitter and trash, very much like what we still do online here n now. one of those old bands we all loved and praised in the xeroxed glamzines was Campus Tramps. I never hear anybody mention them anymore but where I live there aint no record stores and even the make a buck hipster airbandb owning city slickers are only like ya know, “Alternative” people, still meaning Nirvana. Whatever happened to that band 16 Forever and Pilly from that band, American Ruse? In the words of Ginger Baker to Jesse from Shake The Faith, “L:ET’S JAM!” play it loud!
GRILLED CHEESE IS REVOLUTION!
Another band that was good fun was Boris The Sprinkler.
GHOSTS OF SATURDAY NIGHT
Here’s some Haloes for ya! While diggin’ through my ancient swag, I found some copies of “Machine Gun Etiquette”, a zine in the same kinda spirit as summa the mags I did, edited by the powerhouse talent Christiana, co starring primo rocknrolll ink slingers, Chaz, and Max & Frank. I wish she was still publishing that magazine now. Whatever happened to Barry Bang?
I probably heard of these cats via either Charlie Die (RIP), Deane Clapper, or Jim Budds, some cats who used to contribute pictures and columns to my zine.
69 EYES
this was really right up our alley in the early nineties, we were looking for musicians in all the wrong towns who were into this kinda thing-early 69 eyes were like Smack n Hanoi Rocks, ya know? They got a little too over the top for me later on, with the Ann rice NIN/Marilyn Manson production but their dirty early stuff is still hard to beat. This was pretty much exactly what i was trying to do back then.
Democrats just need 1 more seat. Republicans just need 2 more seats.
Working people just need 51 more seats.” (-MY PRESIDENT: Dr. Jill Stein)
“I have no special feelings one way or the other about China or Russia, I just acknowledge the indisputable fact that they are quantifiably far less destructive than the US-centralized empire. If they weren’t being aggressively targeted by that empire I wouldn’t notice them much.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)
“I have never heard anyone talking openly and honestly about the corruption and complete corporate capture of the “Democratic” party on MSNBC.” (-Ryan Knight)
“So, we are supposed to believe & care that the capitalists who owned twitter were supposed to be more responsible then the oligarch that owns it now? I couldn’t give a f..k less who owns this company as long as left voices are not suppressed.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“BREAKING: Former US President George W. Bush and Ukraine President Volodymyr Zelenskyy will hold a pubic conversation in Dallas to celebrate their war crimes and remind Americans why it’s important to start World War III with Russia.” (-Danny Haiphong)
Heavily propagandized shitlibs will support Bush Wars Forever-they just tell ’em whatever they want and they eat it up with their silver spoon. ‘Cause Obama’s “classy” and now, according to Ellen and Bono, W’s “folksy”. I don’t get you fuckin’ people-stop worshipping evil motherfuckin’ war of terror surveillance tech spooks, virus patent owning billionaires, and white devils weapon manufacturing shareholder politicians.
I USED TO LIVE IN HONKYTOPIA WHERE EVERY PEDESTRIAN IS A SUSPECT BUT WAS DRIVEN AWAY BY RENT GOUGERS, KALL THA KOPS KARENS & STOP N FRISK SQUADS IN THE GENTRIFICATION ZONE. “USA!, USA!”
“Mystery keeps men sane. As long as you have mystery you have health. When you destroy mystery you create morbidity.” (- G.K. Chesterton)
“Give me back my fantasy!” (-Urge Overkill)
All the unconditional Obama-Hillary-AOC worship totally keeps the Bezos-Waltons-Kochs-Schwab-Gates One Percent bad guys in power and the poor folks under boot. Middle class slogan reciting people just wanna build more tall fences and gated communities and never have to listen to the complaints of the unsightly riffraff homeless people and low wage owners and offensive comedians and other offscript cancelled peasants. “They shoulda gone to college”, they say to themselves, all day. Luxery for themselves, dying suddenly, for you. I’m glad Zuck and his Langley bosses kicked me offa social media, it was too discouraging and heartbreaking, to see how all the hipster rock critics, and classic car polishing 12 step celebs, and gentrification bruncher ex punks, don’t even stand for one power to the people egalitarian traditional leftist value at all, ever, nothing. Just blank check sports team celebrity worship and staying in their box to protect their private prestige and special class privileges. They believe in nothing but their own comfort and convenience. Not Free Assange, not fourth amendment privacy, not second amendment ala the Black Panthers, not fight for living wages, or protect the housless community, or end the proxy wars based on lies, nothing. NOt even opposed to Lynn Cheney torturers anymore. Just their own red carpet selfie experience of just me, who’s the fairest of them all, checking the doorbell camera to see if their Amazon goodies have arrived yet, that’s it, that’s all. Maybe they might get online to thank Obama for keeping it classy, or slag pig-media’s targeted minorities du jour, but that’s it. Love AOC, war is okeydokey and Orange Man Bad, that’s all the critical thinking they’re seemingly capable of. At best making some vague excuses for Gropey Joe, ya know?
Sensitivity Studies shitlibs give lip service all day to save the whales, “my pro nouns are blah blah/blah blah”, Free Tibet, got my fifth booster, “I Voted” Blue No Matter Who, and bragging some more about successfully banning reusable plastic grocery bags so we serfs have to purchase eight dollar garbage bags, because they think it’s gonna “save the enviornment” from all those billionaire jet set emissions and fifteen different Nato wars that Greenwashin’ Greta Thurnberg never talks about, they’ve naturally outlawed loitering and panhandling near the legal reefer for rich white people boutiques, and paid tens of thousands to install big sharp rocks beneath underpasses to discourage humans from finding shelter in the cold, and supposedly you know, it’s all for the sake of Science Trusting, feminism, and for the spotted owls, but they do not give a fuck, when garbage trucks run over sleeping homeless women outside the church, s’long as she voted for Hillary first, when traumatized old vets are left in the freezing cold Pacific Northwest rains and get kicked awake by class patrol downtown guides, or have their tarps and tents and soaking wet backpacks stolen from them by cops who work for hotel owbners and Nike sweat shop oligarchs. They just want you to show more respect to Kitty Piercy, Hillary Clinton and AOC, because of course, their Gender, the New Religion Of The Klaus Schwab schooled Gates Reset cultists. Same shitlibs who agreed to promptly evacuate Saturday Market park blocks during Occupy Eugene, as not to inconvenience any bankers or lawyers in love, are likely to kall tha kops karen you for smoking a fucking cigarette in the alley behind the Wow Hall, if your pro nouns do not meet their preferred approval. See something/say something snitch squad Sensitivity Studies shitlibs are cloistered and elitist landlord class, police state neo-con imperialists who recite official tv narratives and just don’t wanna know. There used to be an online pundit called Sane Progressive who spoke with great clarity about these problems of propaganda and the warmachine recruiting fake actresses to help sell Dick Cheney/John Bolton/Mike Pompeo/John McCain policies to comfy, cozy Karens, but she was hounded offline by the think tank operated bot armies and obedient tiktok fauxwoke kancel kulture kids. Shitlib fraud squads selling Dick Cheney shit to Trader Joe shopping Tesla owners with pink triangle bumper stickers is some peak dystopian capitalist madness.They told those suckers they supported healthcare for all, then dropped it when AOC got elected and private jet Pelosi instructed her to sit down, they told those suckers they opposed child cages, then dropped it when Gropey Joe got elected with Mayo Pete affiliated software company. They told those suckers they were gonna cancel student debt, then dropped it after more shitlibs got elected, It’s exactly like Charlie Brown trying to kick the football only to have Lucy pull it away. Works everytime–like Colt 45. all they gotta do is trot Obama out on the red carpet and all the boomers and comic-con safespace kids in furry animal hat ears all swoon and obey. Mass media has even image madeover the war criminal torturers, Bush/Cheneys by blaming it all on Trump. Unreality Tv. The Bilderberg build a bitch occultic metaverse. Bizarre surrealism. Whenever the oil companies wanna invade somewhere, they just put friendly Democrats on tv to say it’s all for feminism and LGBT rights and those middle class suckers fall for it, everytime. Laura Bush went on Oprah after 9/11 to tell the boomer mom audience that Bush had to invade Afghanistan for women’s rights. People believed that shit if they went to college for navel studies and feelgood ceramics. Hillary Clinton cackled like a lunatic ON TV for savagely killing a Libyan head of state, but shitlibs think it’s okeydokey cause she’s a Female. I should not have to explain how whackadoo that shit is. Whenever someone tries, they deploy the twitterbot namecall armies. You shoulda done this, you shoulda done that, you work for Putin, etc., etc. Middleclass people are oblivious to the suffering of poor people in this country and only care about human rights when the Pentagon tells them they’re supposed to-almost everybody on tv now is “retired” military or CIA, the DNC even runs CIA as Democrats now. All the money goes for killing in regions where they wanna control the resources for Wall Street shareholder profits. All of it. The politicians do not care about us little people or do anything legit on our behalf, if they give you some medication it aint cause they are staying up late at night fretting about your children’s well being or health, somebodys’s making some dirty money every time new legislation is passed. Most usually, it’s the same five or six super oligarchs who run the world in secret nowadays. It got down into the twenties last night here in November-a lotta people in my part of the country do not have adequate heat. Utility companies are gouging us like fuck and anytime you bring it up, dumb motherfuckers have been pig-media and university politness safespace trained to blame some external boogeyman some more, never USA billionaire greed. Of their sacred and cherished puppet politician celebrity imaginary friends. That’s why I can’t stand the shitlb apologist for politicians who broke all their campaign promises and voted the opposite of their bogus feels good rhetoric. People at the bottom are suffering-death is everywhere now and the stuboornly blind shitlibs and Got Mine, Jacks still just wanna babble about the slogan of the day propaganda bullshit, or brag about their vacation or collections some more. They are mad at Chappelle, but not their beloved fraud squad who promised them student loan forgiveness, eviction moratorium, to unite the border gulag families, and free healthcare but instead just gave ’em war against Russia, heating up for war against Iran, and China. Super Inflation and “Died Suddenly”. Whoo-hoo, congratulations, mimosa sippers. Sucking up to rich, evil despots (“philanthropists” in shitlib-speak), Ted Talk third world depopulators, and worshipping war-whore politicians aint my thing.
“Here we go again. Members of the oligarchy that don’t completely subordinate themselves to still predominant program of the neoliberal/neocon totalitarian project become enemies of the state.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“If you think CIA disinformation – that sold us wars from Viet Nam to Iraq – somehow isn’t driving war in Ukraine, i have a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you.” (-Dr. Jill Stein)
“The only people still defending Bernie Sanders and the squad are neocons and white leftists from the suburbs. The progressive movement is trying to gaslight us into thinking supporting all the imperial ambitions of the United States is the left position. Caring about more squad members being added is like caring about more Uvalde Police officers at the scene of a crime. I wish Americans would treat the corrupt criminal ruling class with the same disdain they treat customer service workers when they get their order wrong. Val Dmmings raised $73 million and got washed by Marco Rubio
Can we just acknowledge that the DNC is a complex money laundering operation?” (-Revolutionary Blackout Network)
“The Biden administration is trying to bully Australia out of joining the Nuclear Ban Treaty.
Hard to imagine a greater evil than promoting the gravest danger to humanity the world has ever known. ” (-Dr. Jill Stein)
“Finally, if you talk to most working class Americans off the record, they’ll admit both parties suck.
Many people just choose to lean into their hatred for one party over the other. Liberalism is not about “liberal values” or “big government” or “wokeness.” And it’s definitely not about socialism
Liberalism isn’t even a political philosophy
Liberalism is, at its core, an imperial cult around advancing the class interests of a privileged transatlantic elite. Every single day, US and NATO leaders are pushing us closer to the brink of nuclear war.
Where is the outrage? Where is the panic? Where is the survival instinct?
We should be marching in every city for direct talks between Washington and Moscow.”
(-Primo Radical)
“Even as the US and its allies are continuously escalating their war with Russia over Ukraine, they are transforming the entire Indo-Pacific into a powder keg that could erupt at any point.” (-Richard Phillips)
“Remember anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan, whose son was killed in the Iraq war? Dems supported her while it was convenient to oppose the war. Once it became obvious that Dems only opposed *Bush*, not the war, Sheehan became inconvenient, and they dropped her like a hot rock.” (-Ladies Jacket Club on Shitter)
“Biden announces the election was mercifully free of outside “interference.” Amazing how this threat always seems to dissipate the minute Democrats win.” (-Michael Tracey)
“Was just detained for asking John Bolton
about why he lied about WMD’s in Iraq, Covered up War Crimes, and celebrated Julian Assange’s arrest. Video coming soon!” (-Tayler Hansen)
“So, the progressive caucus, the Squad (the fraud) and the rest of the U.S. liberal/left and even elements of the Anti-war movement are to the right of Gen Milley and Henry Kissinger on Ukraine.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“You know how bad you must be to be neck-and-neck in a race with Dr Oz or Herschel Walker!” (-Compton Jay)
“This is why liberals annoy the shit outta me
Trying to make an institutional problem into a partisan one The DHS is trash no matter who runs it. Biden is currently expanding the department after the abuses under Trump.” (-Revolutionary Blackout Network)
“The United States Gov’t isn’t trying to spread democracy, they’re trying to maintain their hegemony” (-Black In The Empire)
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There is no evidence that TSA has prevented any terrorist attacks but the US has spent billions of dollars on the program over the last 20 years.” (-Mint Press)
And I’m not without you If I try hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak I picture myself in your room by the chair You’re smoking a cigarette If I close my eyes I can see your face
When we were young, nobody died And nobody got older The toughest kid in the street Could always be bought over And the first time that you loved You had all your life to live At least that’s what you said
(When we were young) The first time you got drunk You drank Pernod and dry cider Smashed a window in As the police came ’round the corner You didn’t have no time to run And your dad stood up for you As the judge said, you’re a fool
Babies, sex and flagons, shifting women, getting stoned Robbing cars, bars and pubs, rubber johnnies, poems Starsky and Hutch gave good TV And Starsky looked like me
(When we were young) The first time that you stole You stole rubber lips and tenners Bought a radio then ran away forever Never felt so good, never felt so good with you
When we were young, we had no fear Of love nor sex nor warnings Everyone was hanging out and everyone was sorted When we were young, nobody knew Who you were or what you’d do Nobody had a past that catches up on you
Babies, sex and flagons, shifting women, getting stoned Robbing cars, bars and pubs, rubber johnnies, poems Starsky and Hutch gave good TV And Starsky looked like me
When we were young, what might have been What might have been What might have been
With a start, he was awoken from the middle of a dream He’s making movies in his head that never will be seen He’s holding Oscars in his hands and kissing beauty queens
What might have been (oh, what might have been) What might have been When we were young
(Songwriters: Colm Hassett, Fergal Emmanual Gerard Mckee, Paul Anthony Page, Myles
Anthony Mcdonnell)
HERE AND GONE…GOODBYE DEAR BROTHER
Some mornings, I find myself habitually scrolling through the hometown obits cause all these childhood friends of mine keep dropping dead in their fifties, dying suddenly. WTF?
Wow Man, another one of my close amigoes from way back died about ten days ago, was buried two days ago, no cause of death, they livestreamed his funeral from the Catholic school website, he was a hometown hero to many, really. It is kinda stunning, cause I been trying to get in touch with him, just sent him a postcard like two weeks ago. Hopefully he got it before his death. I met him when we were in the eighth grade probably, he looked like Dweezil Zappa when we were young, clever kid who loved outraging the squares who loved him, kinda dressed hip suburban-you know like a Robert Downey Jr. character in “Weird Science”, and had good luck like Ferris Bueller-probably the most all around popular guy at the Catholic school I was expelled from. Being from the country club suburbs, he was walking around with a tennis racket and like white shorts, ya know, being preppie, hoping to impress the chicks. I pretend served him a tennis ball, only it was a tomato and got it all over all those Catholic school kid’s daintily pressed white clothes, rather than be offended and outraged, he saw great humor in this irreverant gesture and we stayed pals after that. We had easily a zillion laughs together. He tried his best to get me elected president of our freshman class and even people who hated me wrote my name down, cause everybody loved the joke, it was widely suspected the admin fixed the count. I got him into a lotta cool music from new wave to heavy metal. Not that many of his mainstream friends probably know what a music head he was-from garage rock to Prince, Eddie Grant, Dexy’s, Madness, even Tears For Fears. I think he liked being friends with me, someone his parents and priests and sports coaches and athletic peer group were so completely appalled by. That was his sense of humor, he could come off as caustic and cocky and even belliegerent, but he was one of those rare winner types who really did root for the underdog, he championed me from a young age, when I was most of our Catholic friend’s well guarded, dirty secret. The day when I was finally released from a painfully long stint in the child abuse gulag, Joey was the friend who showed up at the get home time, waiting there to see me. Loyal, dutiful, on time, an abiding and faithful real friend. He had to hear a lotta shit about it from the awful rich kids who wanted to be near him, probably summa his family, too.The suburban rich people really, really had me marked as the town’s kickdog blamehound, main offender, usual suspect, Frankenstein monster, from a young age. Since fourth grade, actually. Tales Of a Fourth Grade Nothing til eternity. Shmoehio don’t like born weird, leather wearers in too much blue eyeshadow and clown red lipstick that makes one’s teeth look extra yellow, causin’ a commotion and hittin’ on the pretty girls, very much at all. I hated sports and was targeted by the Catholic wrestling team and their suburban public school counterparts football team, too. Joey was way more into sports than me, Tom, or Mitch, but we all mainly enjoyed the kinda sports where you didn’t spill your beer-ya know-bowling, fishing, golf, miniature golf, pool hopping…Joey came from a very famous Italian resturant and bar owning family, with many undeniably mobbedup, well known newspaper documented ties to la Cosa Nostra, he loved that shit too, believe me, probably saw himself as a bit of a Vincent Corleone, “Prince Of The City”. Growing up, we watched the first two Godfathers repeatedly but the third one was not out yet and it was ridiculous replacing the Tom Hagen character played by Robert Duvall with disco vampire suntanned George Hamilton and Sophia Coppola actually did a pretty good job stepping in when Winona Ryder got sick, if you ask me, but Joey aint here to talk about Pacino and Deniro no more, that feels crazy to me. Not normal, not right at all. I’m still mourning Corey Lott, Dave Andra, Paul K., and Bobby Cloyd. When I experienced food insecurity as a latchkey teenager, he drove his moped to the famous nightclub with secret tunnels under the street to the hotel catty corner from it that they used to call Little Chicago back in the forties downtown and retrieved a week’s worth of food from his family’s resturant and him and Tom brought me all these different pastas, salads, garlic breads to my place on their mopeds. He had a reputaion as a charismatic but loudmouthed kinda playboy wannabe character, right? The all star, preppie, football player Catholic popularity kid, but in real life, he was sweet and thoughtful and funny and kind, impeccably well mannered, and sincerely compassionate. Always up for a spontaneous roadtrip or late night card game, sophisticated prank, or concert event in some farway big city. I worked with him for his uncles’ at a restuarant as a busboy when we were 12 and 13 ish? Also worked with him at a Little Cesaers’s that employed all our drinking buddies and bowling team friends, Skeeter and Ogre. Also, he got me insta-hired, no questions asked, at another one of his uncle’s resturants, when I was going through hard times and the famous story was, I was nervous on the first day and kinda jittery and accidentally knocked over a big rack full of gallons of salad dressing and one of the older beehive hairdo old pro waitresses came breezing in carrying a big tray of dishes over her head, slipped on the oil based mess and fell. I dirtied all their linen and mops and filled two mop buckets trying to use the dust pan to shovel up the whole awful mess and finally his uncle mercifully fired me on the spot and told me I could leave, my pal Joey laughed off the whole incident. Even as we aged, the smalltown locals remained stubbornly hostile to the whole notion of he and I being friends, I was supposed to be their boogeyman scapegoat forever, amen. He had a hard time advocating for me when the frat bros blamed me for the death of our friend who was far away at some posh college in Seattle. We all had nickname’s based offa Gilliagan’s Island-Tom was the Skipper, Mitch was the professor, Joey was the millionaire and Mitch called me, “Gypsy Gilligan”, he always insited we wayward castaways were pineering pool hopping-“the sport of the future”. Really used to drive the squares and sportos nuts when they’d see us all running around together in our tiger print spraypainted “Trash Mobile” a kooky colored ’74 Oldsmobile that got us in all kindsa trouble when the waterpump broke down in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The cops in East Rutherford are as tough, intolerant, and unreasonable as all those rightwing talk radio reciting preppie fuckers in the town we came from. We were all just having fun and being young, it was not our fault all those fatfucks in the pink Izod golf shirts did not know how to have fun unless it was at some meeker, weaker person’s expense. They were some mean spirited, permanent hiearachy oriented, cliqueish people. I was the one in the black hat. “Get him!” That state is where they manufacture the conformist fratboys, it will always be that way. Flashy car ownership and sports bar popularity are all that matter to most white suburbans, nobody’s sorry. It’s still the same back there. Nothing’s changed. Except they allow tattoos now, I guess. Used to be you could not even get a wage slave job with any visible tattoo. And they got medical reefer now.
Joey had the keys to bars all over town so me, him, Tom, and Mitch (RIP) could go into ’em after hours and shoot pool, play the jukebox-mostly Van Halen and the Beachboys, and drink beer for free, his uncles all played poker in his dad’s garage, they were all pretty nice guys once you got to know them. His little brother Johnny used to come to parties at our bandhouse and have some beers when he was the younger kid, it was his turn, a rite of passage. Some mischievous event involving a car happened Joey’s senior year that resulted in his fam pressuring him into joining the marines, he was rel proud of his service and the only kid I grew up with that never seemed traumatized of diminished by the military. He said Semper Fi all the fucking time. When we were back in the hometown at the same time, we always tried to have a beer together, we kept in touch for decades and it only kinda dwindled off when I became caregiver to sick elderly and other high needs family members these past fifteen years. So yeah I loved the cat, will always love the cat, he was my most like normal, mainstream, preppie friend, I’m way to his left politically, he still believed the Democrats were progressives, but in the circles we came up in, he was like the radical leftist compared to all his rigtwing peers, always arguing politics on social media. He had a straight office job, a longtime partner I never met, exhibited the same witty, wry sense of humor on social media everyday he had as a young blade. Joey was always cooking steak on the grill for our former classmates and even my old bassist and his wife. I’m pretty shocked, I naturally wanna drink heavily and grieve a little, play loud music, and have a good cry, but instead, I just went digging through boxes, only found about five pictures of him. One of our cats already damaged one of the photographs I intended to frame. Still have not found the storage tub with like the ten major scrapbooks, and my two main scrapbooks were kinda confiscated by an ex many years ago, but yeah, I been thinking about him these last few hours, sent emails to some of our common friends, the few I’m still in contact with, left sympathy messages to his wife and family online in the guestbooks. I’m just like at such a loss. Whenever my friends and family and old musical heroes pass, that’s when ya wanna talk to the people who were also affected by them, but it’s such a fucking strange time. When one of our closest friends died about three years ago, I contacted a dude and he said holy shit and that was it, people have all moved on into their stoic adult hood, property owning, careerist persona, and I can’t really relate to any of that. Me and that guy Joey had so many adventures together-I’ll keep it all PG here, more stories have already been written about in my four unpublished books somebody in California said they were interested in putting out, but I procrastinated as not to offend the wives and kids and elderly parents of my ole cohorts. We were the wild bunch, at least two of our teenage gang already preceded him in death-Mitch and Dan. You know the preppier Deltas in “Animal House”? The better looking ones ones that could get chicks? That’s a little bit of Joey right there. He was part Eddie Haskell and part Huckleberry Finn! Our other main common hombre Tommy got into radio promotion and ended up working at the same commercial rock station where one of my old girlfriends is an on the air personality. I love all my friends-he was a lifelong favorite. I hope wherever he is in the universe he can appreciate how loved he was, by all of them-the masses of baseball cap normies and hissing suburbanites who hated my punk rock guts, but by me, too. Especially by me. (RIP)
The Way Josh Todd copied Waxl is the way that Waxl copied McAfferty. (RIP) And Hanoi Rocks. I’d say Mike’s still a bit influenced by Stiv Bators. This one’s pretty good, very Lordsy, like I told my long lost fomer bandmate in a recent e-mail exchange, it’s exactly the kinda sound I always expected I’d be co creating by now here in my elderly goth years, but Everybody I know took a different trip.
I wish I was more excited by the promise of a new Iggy record but the last stuff I really vibed with by the guy seems like it was an impossibly long time ago. His songs I like are kinda sprinkled here and there over the last twenty some years of albums I generally only thought were like, so so. Some producer is recording a lotta people like him and Morrissey and using bigname hotshot studio dudes like Duff and the Chili Peppers and ya know I was just so NOT into that collaboration the Ig did with the stoner metal guy, it was despressing, almost as bad as Avenue B and I was not into the obligatory collaborations he did with the monopoly shitbands of punk-pop. At all. I never count him out, though. He’s been known to surprise me. I’ll be listening to the new Morrissey as well, quite obviously. He may have been cancelled by safespace kids for his alledged anti immigrant stuff but he is still one of the greatest songwriters left alive and his bands are always white hot motherfuckers-you can’t deny that. Iggy and Morrissey even got a duet on the way. I wonder if that one girl from my long gone past ever thinks about me when she hears the Smiths or the Stooges. I am still that gawky, awkward new wave kid I always was, ya know? I don’t believe people really grow up, ya know-the kid who hoarded his unopened pack of Marlboros and smoked yours instead probably still does that shit on a larger level now. The dude who never did a dirty dish in his life and only showed up to mooch beer off you is probably just like that now with gray hair. The one who sucked up to the jocks and fat Rush Limbaugh coaches back in the day is most likely doing all that same shit just with a bigger white truck. I don’t think people really go to college to learn about shit, I think they go to marry up and arm themselves with elaborate rationalizations and bullshit think tank coverstory fauxwoke justifications for why it’s okay for them to lounge leisurely in sanctimonious, self righteous Clepatra cruise ship privilege and non stop shopping while the rest of us ruin our knees and lower backs hauling all their heavy cement shit around for slave wages and gettting sick from living in toxic places consuming poisonous shit and dying young. I been working for some different ranchers and airandb owners out here in the desert Southwest and I gotta tell ya, it’s insane to me to listen to some nutty narrative about feminist oppression from an heiress who is making you lift heavy shit and fuck with black widow nests and bossing you around, while she spends all her days remodeling her queendom with big packages from overseas. Who the fuck is oppressed-the poor people doing the labor or the rich person with unearned power? Your unearned gender is not virtue. The coastal booj pigs always insist they got special rights and extra fancy happy magic status from their prior life karma, or in the midwest, it’s the the megachurch propserity gospel hustle, it’s the bounty of God’s favor-God just loves the rich people more, cause they are so white and sinless and special flag fancy. Sometimes I think the new age sensitivity wokeness gender studies shit is mostly used to divert attention and pivet away from the more universal problem of grinding class inequality.
OLD LOU REED STILL BETTER THAN ALMOST ANYTHING NOW
Or as the man himself said, “my shit is better than your diamonds, my day’s better than your year”. I think he was probably on an awful lot of drugs when he was saying all that, but I still love so many songs! He probably said al lotta his crazy shit just to wind up Lester Bangs cause he knew that’d result in more pages of Creem being taken up by Lester trying to figure Lou out. Lou was electro shocked in an institution as a kid. What more do ya need to know, really? I never wrote nuthin’ even half as good as, “and something flickered for a minute, and then it vanished and was gone…” Summa my indie alternative co workers at Tower Records were all ginned up about that nineties Velvet Underground reunion thing, I was never that interested and in have always felt sorry for Mo Tucker who gets smeared as a rightwing tea party Qanon Maga whatever, much like Exene was, just because she has questione the popular narrative of known liars and admitted eugenecists who are all over youtube saying they want to depopulate the third world and usher in a transhumanist microchip cashless scoety to be ruled by just them and their fellow elite globalist Kissinger WEF pals. Mo hadda work for her family at Wal Mart, some crappy nerd band wrote a song about it. I did, too. Have to work at Wal Mart. really fucked up my knees and lower back from all the mandatory all day bending merchandising those endcaps on cement floors. I’ve not forgotten how Kroger was just as bad and Target was much worse, and Urban Outfitters were some diabolical loss prevention obsessed motherfuckers-all they cared about was busting poor people for shoplifting-it was madness to the extreme. Like everything else having anything to do with money and fame, it becomes nigh impossible to collaborate with people who consider thesmelves geniuses because of their privilege or celebrity status, there is just to unbridgable an imbalance of power. So any superfame haver advertising a reunion is usally just Waxl and his willing victory lappers selling overpriced tickets and merch to sports dummies who have no real interest in rocknroll. They all play for hedge fund managers and lawyers now. That aint rocknroll. MAN I’ll never forget how bad they fucked over Steven Adler just outta sheer meanness, malice, pettiness, it was fuckedup. I’m glad Izzy walked. His Juju Hounds drummer passed away so ya know I dunno what he’s up to noawadays but he’s probably having some coffee and fucking around on the internet. I’d like to hear some more music from the guy before he leaves the planet. Bands are hard and waxl’s a Lil’ Trump tyrant. “You’re Fired!” “You’re Fired!” “You’re Fired!” I wouldn’t wanna be HIS apprentice. Relationships are hard, you can’t negotiate with terrorists-I hadda ghost a bunch a people from my past who can’t help but be abusive, only tool they got in their box is a sledgehammer, so of course, to them, I look just like a rusty nail. I got tired of being pounded upon. I don’t give the address or phone numer out no more, this aint no crashpad. Summa my kids have ghosted me. I have no idea what’s up with that, presume it has something to do with their mom’s and their mom’s boyfriends. I sure do miss ’em, though. Life’s too fucking short as it is, we don’t get none of this time back. Whoever told all those people that what matters is just blind taker winning and chest beating apeman or posh privileged idle millionairess territorial control of the channel changer were some despot shareholder crooked monopolist profiteers. All that’s on is “Friends” and “Coach” and “Seinfeld” and “Dancing With The Stars”, whether you are watching that idiot box on a fat screen at the homeless shelter, or a super high res sleek wall size screen in your skyscraper condo. I’m not into the tv people at all. No mail today, I think some books I was looking forward to got lost in the change of address thing or were just outright ganked by my shady ex neighbor. It’s a bummer. I was sorta kinda fantasizing about getting the security deposit back from the old rental and putting a hundred buscks or so towards the purchase of some “Vive Le Rock” and old “Creem” and “Smash Hits” magazines offa E-Bay, but that was just a dream, just like any other dream. I actually dreamt about the Beatles, Stones, Fleshtones, and Bob Dylan, since we moved into a new place with heat and hot water! I love having rocknroll dreams. All night hellion and notorious motorcycle cowboy, Nasty Bastard was in one of them. Sleazegrinder called him a gravelly voiced thug in purple velvet. Perfect capture, yeah? Aint got no landline yet and dunno how to work those I-Phones, I don’t believe in ’em. Otherwise, I mighta tried to call somebody. I always end up regretting it when I do, though. They all sound like Swiffer commercials with a Devo soundtrack. My teenager has Autism and perseverates on fireworks and monkeys, all he wants for Christmas is fireworks and monkeys. I do not want to buy him fireworks, ya know me and Wuzzy and Timmy Stapleton had an unfortunate incident as pre teens engaging in a crabapple and firework battle with the Campbell boys on Makely Drive resulting in some dried leaves in their neighbor’s yard catching fire and a buncha white fire trucks appearing almost immeditaly on the scene as we ran through the soybean fields and irrigation ditches behind Wine Sellers like guilty little pyromaniacs and I can not adopt some moneky, I got enough problems trying to domesticate this constantly meowing female feral cat he insisted we adopt from the old neighborhood. It’s a cold morning here in the deadend desert ghost town, me and my old lady have been under too much soul grinding stress from external pressurers and impossible employers and government bureaucrats and nutty neighbors and gentrification code enforcers in the pocket of shady developers and shit lately. Even the second hand stores are “inflation” gouging. That’s just ballsout greed, nothing to do with Putin or Bitcoin. Sheer greed. The kid wants me to watch many hours of firework videos and peruse these firework wholesellers with him who he wants to pay freight shipping to with money we don’t really have. Meanwhile ,I was just hoping to wrangle a couple a books and t shirts and maybe some socks outta any potential birthday money I might receive. Probably all goin’ to some firework wholesellers. Autism is no joke. Having a kid with a disability is a LOT like dating a blackout woman. You always have to leave the house in the winter and end up walking around in the dark and the cold while they reset themselves after abrupt plate hurling mania episodes.
Has been playing shows in Japan with his glammy accomplices, Hiroshi Nakagome, the Golden Arm and the GOLDEN RAT! I’m happy he’s returned to the stage, he’s not only been a good friend since we first met at a Johnny Thunders benefit show in NYC when I was maybe 21, but in my eyes, he’s one of the more sensational talents that keep the rocknroll flames burning! If you aint got a copy of his Vicious Kitten release, “We Got A Right”, yet-whatsamatter witchoo? To me, he’s as important to rocknroll as the UK Subs or Michael Monroe band or Thee Hypnotics reunion from a few years back, one of the real torchkeepers. He’s got a rocknroll heart. Where were you in 92? I was following those Pillbox guys around downtown. If ya see Chris tell him I said hello. His Mrs. made me the most fantastic Christmas card last year-I just hung it up in my new old new wave garage hideout. “All roads lead to Babylon for people like you and people like me…” (-39 Steps) He was in my dream I had last night-been having a lotta music dreams, might be the melatonin I take to help me sleep through all the loud kid hollerin’ and all night media blare. Chris was with me at a bar and so was my friend Joey who just died like two or three weeks ago. I hope Chris is happy and healthy and making some new music up there in Canada. last thing I heard by him was a guest appearance on theat Black Halo guy’s side project. Chris Barry is one of the best rocknroll singers left alive. Chris Barry, Tex Perkins, Jim Jones, Bryan Small from the Hangmen…tell me, who else has that nasty gutterpunk soulpower we all love? Oh yeah….
JOIN CODE PINK FOR PEACE! RESIST ALL WARPIGS & STATE KIDNAPPERS OF WHISTLE BLOWER JOURNALISTS!!
“The capitalist West cannot compete with socialism, especially with Chinese socialism,& so its answer is war. The working classes in the West along with colonized peoples fighting for national self-determination have no interests in supporting wars against socialist states.” (-Ajamu Baraka)
THE GOT MINE JACKS WHO THINK WE’RE STUPID BECAUSE WE’RE POOR
“Marx & Engels concluded that with emergence of capitalism from the worm of colonialism, the primary contradiction of the system was between the minority capitalists & workers. Today the primary contradiction of the global capitalist system is between capitalists & all of humanity” (-Ajamu Baraka)
It’s fucking cold as fuck this morning, the internet aint workin’ cause we aint got no landline and I guess you gotta charge the cellphone or something to make it work via a hotspot, whatever that means, I’m processing another friend’s passing, can’t call nobody even when I’m alone and finally got some early morning peace and quiet cause I dunno how to use these newfangled cellphones and we ain’t getting a landline til next Monday, I was out in the freezing garage rummaging through some boxes of old photos and punk fliers, letters from teenage goth girlfriends in the eighties, magazines with old articles I wrote about Rich Coffee and Phoebe Legere in my twenties. Lost contact with a lotta people when Zuck’s deepstate borg buddies gave me the boot from Fascist book for all my relentless anti war posting. Ya know I mighta told ya how I called an old friend about a month ago, I guess we aint really pals no more, he’s always gotta run. His mom is the one who’s always encouraging me to call him cause we were like brothers as kids and she still sees me as one of the boys, but my ole pal, I guess he thinks something bad about me now, like I’m not at his level of sophistication and maturity now, or some shit like that. I aint got no wheels. Just a shoebox fulla used cassettes. My second youngest kid aint talkin’ to me, I figured that was just like to please the mother, but apparently, the kid aint talkin to dad OR mom, now, it’s been way too long, immensely worrying. Youngest just turned fifteen-as big as me, great expectations, expects hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of cash and prizes for holiday haul. Unrealistic demands for kangaroos and alpacas, wants whole pallets full of explosives freight shipped from overseas. Couple of my writer friends gone missing too, I dunno what’s up with that. There was a former child actor who thinks he’s I dunno, Obama’s buddy or something, a real DNC shitlib, maybe he’s influencing people. That’s what happened with the national punk mags I used to write for. Big city oldsters got shitlib offended I don’t make P.C. exceptions for war criminals based on their gender identity, hue, political party, or sexual preferences, got me kicked off the platform. Who knows? People are fickle as fuck, they just go whichever way the wind is blowin’. Ya help make somebody famous, that don’t mean they’re ever gonna remember the little people, you feel me? Whatever happened to “principles before personalities”? Got Mine, Jack shitlibs are just neo con rightwingers with guilty consciences, they tell themselves their “Black Lives Matter” sticker somehow undoes a lifetime of support for systems of intuitional racism, and ongoing oppression of the underserving poors they so disdain. You’ll hear middle class people straight up slagging “the uneducated” and “low information voters” AS IF NPR is giving anybody the straight scoop, post Karl Rove. I remember a lotta dialog from “Donnie Brascoe”. Like when Lefty says, “even a dog gets a warm piece of the sidewalk”; and “if anything happens to me, make sure Annette gets the car”. All these wasted years with nothing to show, been in stasis, immobilized, shutout by the Man and his gentrification posers. It’s a stone cold drag, babies. I dunno what happens to everybody, I dunno what drugs they’re on. But I guess we aint pals no more, I looked for you but you was gone. Poof, just like that. I got that old Stiv Bators song ringin’ in my head this morning. My old lady asks me why I don’t call him out, ya know, there aint no point, really-friendships are two way streets, if he don’t remember me, he don’t remember me, same with all of ’em, if they aint got no love left for their dirty old hoodlum brother from way back when cause I aint never made it big in show business like summa them did, or they are busy being rich and popular or whatever that’s just how it is. You can’t make nobody love you, you can’t ask no one to care about your art or what happens to you with what little time remains-they are all on their own trip, their own distant dream. choose your delusion, everybody’s dreaming. I just happen to be way more sentimental than those other motherfuckers. I’ve smoked less than a pack of cigarettes in the past couple years but there are these cold, lonesome mornings of mourning when I still crave ‘em. Kid had a tantrum last night and I had to exit stage left and I can’t even tell you how bad I wanted a cigarette. Got a bottle put away for a rainy day but never any free time to guzzle it cause the kid could wake up at any minute and I gotta be vigilant and rarin’ to go, parenting requires alla my capabilities. I dunno what the temperature is cause like I said, I’m not online, but there is a paisleyfied layer of frost on everything outside-the windows, the weeds. I got a $2 dvd at a southwest swap meet a week ago-“Duran Duran in London”, but it’s just too freakin’ cold to watch it out in the even less heated garage this morning. About every ten minutes it hits me again how my old Catholic school brother is no longer with us and how our wanna be popular mutual friends have not even forked over our other friend’s email for me to send my condolences-that’s how catty and bitchy people from our hometown can be-even when somebody dies, they’re still jockeying for social position and protecting their prestige or whatever, just concentrated on their personal in crowd status, man people suck. People who had my address for years but never wrote me, people who never responded when I asked for their phone number, others got old demos of my songs they’re holding for ransom, hoping I’ll hurry up and die and they can tell their butch, bullying asshole record collector colleagues they were the sole authors. I don’t really trust anybody, anymore-people have disappointed the shit out of me countless times for decades now, just wasted my time and pilfered my creative property and like I said, they aint sorry. That middle school shit goes on forever. Like Bob Dylan sang they just wanna be on the side that’s winning. Part of me begrudgingly understands why the privileged class materialists give up on people and get all focused on their objects. Or pets. People just follow instructions from the ruling class super villains in the ivory tower, there aint no D.I.Y. resistance no more, no intimate circle of rebels sharing a bottle at the bonfire anymore. Everybody’s just out for their own next fix. For some it’s crack, for others it’s control of their empires and nannies and assistants and shit. They think they deserve to be treated with more respect, more V-I-P upgrades, they might throw you some crumbs but they are gonna need ALOT MORE FLATTERING AND SUCKING UP, they got used to people being disingenuous and kissing their asses. I have never been good at sucking up to power, it just never sat right with me to be phony like the joiners and belongers. Fuck those people.
“Maybe now that the elections are over and the Democrats were trounced in So. Florida, Biden can move to a sane, humane policy on Cuba instead of kowtowing to the Cuban rightwing that was never going to vote Democrat anyway???” (-Medea Benjamin)
Whenever I get too down, I go back to the music that always carried me through dark times. A Kid named Stewart Strunk from Lexington, Kentucky got me into the Go Go’s in the third grade. We used to draw comic books together based on Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon and we both felt real naughty and scandalous when we started adding in the boobies on the female characters. I think he gave me a little Go-Go’s pin. I love Jane! If ya aint seen their documentary, well, it is a thing of fabulous beauty. I watched it like five or six times! I wish I had like a big gorgeous glossy coffee table ultimate Go Go’s book. Ya know? Always wanted Jane to be the minister when me and my ole lady get enough bread to get hitched someday. I guess she’s gettin’ married herself. Mozel Tov, I wish her well. Somewhere out in all those stacks of boxes, I got a Jane Wiedlin comicbook somewhere.
PREPPERS WERE RIGHT! WEF WARPIGS WORKING TOWARDS GLOBAL FASCISM.
“A short list of what the Democratic Party blames for its problems:
Black men Russia Third parties Leftists Donald Trump A short list of what’s actually to blame:
The Democratic Party and the monopoly capitalists that control it.” (-Danny Haiphong)
“No matter what party emerges as dominant in the U.S. Congress both parties pursue the politics of racist paternalism & imperialism in Haiti. And while the international left stands with anti-colonial struggles globally, we ask, who stands with Haiti?” (-Ajamu Baraka)
“After a visit to Syria, where 90% live below the poverty line, UN special rapporteur Alena Douhan
calls for the lifting of US-led sanctions, which are having “catastrophic effects” on Syrian civilians & preventing “recovery, rebuilding and reconstruction.” Sanctions are sadism. Advice to pro-dirty war sadists/dupes: to make it look as if you care about Syrian civilians, take a break from trying to whitewash the OPCW cover-up/CIA dirty war and at least pay occasional lip service to the US sanctions that are immerisating Syrians from all walks of life. Here’s Joey Rayburn,
, one of the key architects of US sanctions on Syria — approved overwhelmingly by both parties — bragging about how US sanctions really the “lowers the bar” in its ability to cripple Syria’s economy and prevent reconstruction:.” (-Aaron Mate)
“BREAKING: Big Business and the billionaire class win yet another election in the United States and retain full control of the House, Senate, and both corrupt parties who do their bidding.” (-Ryan Knight)
“Missouri legalized marijuana! South Dakota expanded Medicaid! Nebraska passed $15 min wage. And many more. These are RED STATES. Like I’ve said before…when you give voters questions without a candidate, they just vote for the question. Not a political party!” (-Sabby Sabs)
“I’m grateful to everyone who voted for our campaign.
In an election where we had to fight some of the most powerful political elites in the country just to get on the ballot, every single vote we earned is a win. Proportional #RankedChoiceVoting won last night in Portland Oregon and Portland Maine!
Could this be the beginning of a movement for real democracy from sea to shining sea?” (-Matt Hoh For Senate)
“Biden canceled a mere $10k in student debt relief—it didn’t even hit people’s accounts yet and youth turnout soared, preventing Dems from losing key seats across the country.
Imagine what full, unilateral and immediate cancellation would do.
Imagine if he canceled medical debt.” (-The Debt Collective)
“Putting missiles 5 minutes from Moscow – that’s provocation.” “Putin is in the same position as JFK was 60 years ago. He sees an existential threat. He’s not going to back off.” (- Ray McGovern)
Well brothers and sisters and friends of the revolution, I dunno what’s gonna happen next but I am sending good vibes out to alla you last surviving rocknroll motherfuckers, human rights advocates and peace and free speech activists. Boycott pig-media-we don’t need no thought control. STAY WILD, STAY FREE!
Black men
Veglam 