“Fawn over peace makers not cheerleaders for war!” (-Dr. Jill Stein)
“If you say you oppose Russia because you’re an anti-imperialist but you don’t oppose the US empire for its role in starting and perpetuating this war, then you’re a liar. You don’t oppose Russia because you’re an anti-imperialist, you oppose Russia because you’re an imperialist.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)
“Since the elites can meet at Davos once a year, I say we convene an annual meeting of the global working class so we can decide what OUR agenda is for the world moving forward. Hint: it doesn’t include billionaires.” (-Prof Zenkus)
“Our Gov’t isn’t fighting misinformation, they want to be the unchallenged distributor of it.The Democratic and Republican Party are not enemies, their job is to make Dem and GOP voters enemies. If you pay attention, you might notice that the middle and working class and the poor wind up working harder for less and the wealthy get wealthier no matter which Party is made the face of the Empire. Somebody ask the Parliamentarian if we can end this war. No matter how much our politicians steal from us to give to their donors, the most corrupt country in Europe and themselves to prolong their proxy war, they all know that Ukraine won’t win.
More people will die, more of the country will be destroyed and they don’t care. I would have never thought that in the year 2022 the Russians would have to fight Nazism again, and I really would have never thought that this time the US and Europe would be arming the Nazis. The wealthy are united to keep the working class divided. Our Weapons Manufacturers and Big Pharma made even better investments in our Politicians than Nancy Pelosi makes on Wall Street. Not a capitalist, communist, socialist, anarchist, liberal, conservative or any other label Just a Black Husband and Father raising a family tired of watching our lying corrupt Gov’t pitting us against each other, killing and stealing so they can line the pockets of their donors.” (-Black In The Empire)
“Go a little bit out of your depth. And when you don’t feel your feet are quite touching the bottom, you’re just about in the right place to do something exciting.” (– David Bowie)
FOLLOWING THE SCIENCE
Kim Salmon and Boris Sujdovic formed the swampy Birthday Party/Cramps influenced, Scientists, all the way back in the seventies and In The Red records, the home of somewhat disturbed and howlingly haunted garage rage punks like Cheater Slicks have released a new record that speaks to the times we are in now by completely ignoring the times we are in now. Kim is a bit of a mad genius and I love his fearless, impulsive, anguished eccentricity. I really want their new LP, “Negativity”. It co stars iconic underground stalwarts, lead guitarist Tony Thewlis, bassist Boris Sujdovic, and deadpan/ dropdead gorgeous, Leanne Cowie on the cans. I’ve linked to In The Red where you can order your copy!
The Scientists Blood Red River (1983) – YouTube
The Scientists – Last Night (1980) – YouTube
THE SCIENTISTS – Solid Gold Hell – YouTube
THE SCIENTISTS – OUTSIDER – YouTube
The Scientists – We Had Love @ Tavastia, Helsinki 17.06.2018 – YouTube
If It’s the Last Thing I Do – YouTube
Kim Salmon – Already Turned Out Burned Out – YouTube
The Scientists – Frantic Romantic – YouTube
Negativity | Scientists (bandcamp.com)
Drop Out by The Scientists [original line up] – YouTube
Kim Salmon – Let’s All Get Destroyed – YouTube
The Scientists – Negativity – In the Red Records
FLOCK OF SEAGULLS & THOMPSON TWINS
I’ve always been way more new wave than most of my hard rock pals. My first main metalhead guitarist used to call me “The Flower Power Popster” cause I was into sixties psychedelic shit like “Ruby Tuesday”, “Lady jane”, “Have You Seen Your Mother Baby”, “Incense & Peppermints”, and “Green Tambourine” and “Crimson & Clover”, as well as like the whole 80’s Paisley Revival thing. He was into Ronnie James Dio era Black Sabbath and MSG, shit like that. The Scorpions. I went to a Baptist reform school where new wave was contraband, me and a purple haired guy named Bryan Curd both had to hide our Cyndi Lauper, Prince, and Thompson Twins cassettes. I still like most all those eighties synth pop and fake reggae bands that nobody likes in the record store day kinda world, and that mainstream comedians always reference when making fun of the eighties, but I actually still love all the Baby Bowies from Specimen to ABC to Nik Kershaw and Duran Duran, Dexy’s, Baltimora, you name it. All the Batcave bands, all the synth duos, Bananarama. People make fun of all that shit now, but not me, I think it was fabulous, super cool, original, and most of ’em even wrote really good songs in spite of their kooky haircuts. I like ’em sincerely. Even Culture Club-ESPECIALLY Culture Club! Thompson Twins, too. I retreat to that era when the world around me seems so bleak and hopeless. I’m still totally like a new romantic “Smash Hits” magazine kid, at heart.
A Flock Of Seagulls – I Ran (So Far Away) (Video) – YouTube
A Flock Of Seagulls – Wishing (If I Had a Photograph of You) (Video) – YouTube
A Flock Of Seagulls – Transfer Affection (Video) – YouTube
A Flock Of Seagulls – Space Age Love Song (Official Music Video) – YouTube
Thompson Twins – Lies – YouTube
Thompson Twins – Love on Your Side – YouTube
Thompson Twins – You Take Me Up – YouTube
‘Like Punk Never Happened’: Remembering Smash Hits, the ‘totally 80s’ pop magazine | Dangerous Minds
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO SCARE YOU INTO SUBMISSION
Zelensky Aid Makes STUNNING Confession: Ukraine is Fighting NATO’s War – YouTube
Tank talk | AM Live (callin.com)
“Hundreds of thousands are marching in Spain, France, and Poland against NATO’s march to war with Russia in Ukraine.
Let this winter be season where workers turn an imperialist war into class war.” (-Danny haiphong)
DEATH, DEATH, DEATH & MORE SUDDEN DEATH
A family member said it seems I’m obsessed with death cause I got a shrine in my garage to many of my lost loved ones and fallen amigos. I just never saw all the waves of death all around me, now–feels like unprecedented with the wars, sports stars, celebrities, drummers, old people, young people. Two of my 53 year old hometown homies. About six citizens are executed a day by kkkops in this country and the fake progressives help superfund and militarize those death squads. They don’t like seeing homeless people near their gentrified safespaces. It’s sad, the needless suffering and premature deaths. I got another tooth about to fall out, that is another reminder that I aint young anymore. Middle class people care more about their fave pinup politician’s fake images than they ever will “holding their feet to the fire” or making them accountable for all their broken campaign promises. Remember when those Fraud Squad fakes ran on eviction moratoriums, higher wages, student debt forgiveness and free healthcare? Instead, they gave us super inflation, mass evictions, mass censorship, criminalization of the homeless, more militarization of racist kkkops, and more billions to arm nazis in the Ukraine. It’s a darkening time.
Corbyn: Elected US Leaders Must Defend Assange (consortiumnews.com)
World Economic Forum War Party – YouTube
Dr Naomi Wolf (@naomirwolf) / Twitter
“They had us worrying about silly Russian memes, emails that they had to admit they had no proof Russia hacked and false planted stories that fell apart In reality we now found out it was our own Gov’t agencies, Social media companies and MSM interfering in our elections. We don’t elect Presidents, the ruling class selects Presidents. The country begging the world for tanks and money is probably losing. Remember what Schumer said when Trump was criticizing ‘Intelligence’ “Let me tell you: You take on the Intelligence community, they have six ways from Sunday at getting back at you” One of the few true things you’ll get out of a politician And it proves who is running things. Somebody better advise Biden to continue doing what the Permanent State tells him to do or say that he will not run again if he wants this document thing to go away and for Hunter to stay out of prison. The more classified documents they find on Biden, the more the Democrats will talk about Trump.” (-Black In The Empire)
Prince Harry Saga – The TRUTH About The Deep State? – #055 – Stay Free With Russell Brand (rumble.com) CLARE DALY!!!
WATCH: Belmarsh Tribunal on Assange (consortiumnews.com)
REST IN PEACE LISA MARIE PRESLEY
I do not even understand why I feel personally affected by Lisa Marie’s death except I empathized so deeply with her struggle, in spite of all her wealth and priviliege, she’d seen so much grief and loss and exploitation and grew up in Scientology and got fuckedup with Michael Jackson and had people hustle her for all her money. I can’t imagine what it was like for her trying to carry on for her daughters, after suffering the loss of her son. Something about her always seemed genuine and down to earth though I only knew her through the media. She lived a sad life, really tragic ending. Axl Rose and Alanis Morrisette sang at her funeral, talk about strange bedfellows. I’ve had an awful lot of death in my little world in recent years, and also being cut off from your children, that is a kind of death because all those years we lost, we can never get that time back. Farewell, Lisa Marie. I felt a lot of compassion for you.
Billy Corgan, Alanis Morissette, Axl Rose Honor Lisa Marie Presley at Memorial (spin.com)
Mourners bid farewell to Lisa Marie Presley, Elvis’ daughter (msn.com)
STOP KKKOP CITY
World Economic Forum War Party – YouTube
$3 Mess – Kick In THe Head @ Churchill”s 10-31-09 ZOOM0005.MOV – YouTube
NATO Creating Plans For Mass Mind Control (mintpressnews.com)
BEWARE THE CONTROLLED OPS PARTISAN MEDIA FAKES!
It’s Dangerous NOT to get Your News From Corporate Media | Classism from Black Scholars | Premieres at 11AM ET / 8AM PT (substack.com) PIGMEDIA AINT REAL NEWS!
THE ANGELS
“Fast train, jet plane, money to burn
Don’t ask no reasons why
Drinkin’ champagne, playin’ cool
Don’t even have to try
Gimme the sound of the rolling dice
Gimme a whiskey, don’t think twice
Deal me the card that takes my blues away
Take me away to Marseilles” (-Angels)
We were no Angels, but man oh man, did we ever have the same vibe, heart, spontanaieety, jungle instinct, intense feeling and rocknroll spirit. Only we were nowhere hick town, midwestern hated hooligans with bad attitudes and lots and lots of multicolored scarves from Fast Food Or Factory Death, USA, USA. All the good rocknroll, as everybody should know by now, almost always comes from Australia. The Scientists, Rowland S. Howard, Divinyls, Spencer P. Jones, Rose Tattoo. Even Inxs and the Church. Ya feel me? Over here, we aint got shit, in fact, these dumbed down Murkkan douchebags wanna get you busted somehow if you do play any real, from the heart, hell yeahs rocknroll. The Douchebag bands are still everywhere. Can’t shake the douchelords off the media platforms and red carpets and gentrification hives that have ruined all our former places, they keep multiplying. Boybands and beardo brunch hipsters are everywhere you look, idle heiresses and monarch slut puppets. Doc Neeson, to me, that is the perfectly cool as fuck real dashing embodiment of rocknroll, right there-the personification, he just had it, was probably born with it, just the right swageer with poetic visual lyrics and a little bit of soul, ya know? They were almost new wave, sometimes. So unique, and not any less hard rockin’ than their tour mates, AC/DC, ya know? It always was a silly if not preposterous idea to try to replace anybody as one in a million awesome as Doc Neeson, in any circumstances whatsoever-thankfully, his immortal, important music will always be with us. I can get myself in a good mood with just the help of a cocktail and some songs on youtube. Last night, my wife was like, “you just like ’em becuase they sound like you!” To which I replied, “No, I like ’em cause they were way, way better than me, and they make it all seem so completely natural and effortless, whereas for us, it was always a hard grind and tough hustle just to convene a five piece band on a scuzzy stage in these post grunge/Alternative, post 9/11 fictitiotous times, when people think the Foo Fighters are edgy rocknroll. Only Murkkkans I know of who are really hip to the Angels are Izzy Stradlin, American Heartbreak, me and you, and her, right? My exact kinda rocknroll motherfuckery, actually. Me and my main collaborator, a hell on wheels road warrior guitarist we’ll call Nasty Bastard, we developed a kinda E.S.P. over the years where even if he didn’t really know the song I wanted to cover spontaneously, some deep Stones track or forgotten Cramps tune, he could follow me, make it sound like he did know it. That came in handy, at all those open mics and late night performace spaces we blitzkrieged as we’d all been known to have a few cocktails in those years. It used to take us about twenty minutes to write a song once I had the words ready. My teenage son just located one of my former drummers, a disreputable, social deviant, sorta shyster Saul Goodman/P.T. Barnum style entertainer, carnie huckster, sixties rattatat tat radio DJ, felonious, crazy biker, madman bartender, remarkably somehow still hard partying in Louisiana, on the Falsebooks, the kid’s fifteen, has seen summa the old photos, and is always urging me to “reunite the band”. That was the last time I saw or heard that kinda unapologetically untamed rocknroll in this country, way back about twenty two years ago, or so, we were renting an old rundown pool hall in a sternly rightwing cop town and the lads were telling me how the wouldbe bassplayer had some Gulf War Syndrome craziness but he was not lyin’ about having knocked up the police chief’s daughter, or that the boys in blue were stalking his every move. They had our whole gang on double secret probation. Him and his scroungey stoner brother were both really into like these abraisive bands like I dunno, Laughing Hyenas, Jesus Lizard and Lubricated Goat Amphetamine Reptile noise bands, whenever we walked to the nearby gas station for beer and smokes, a patrol car indeed was there on a slow roll, following us there and back again. Sheesh. The midwest sucks, if you aint born into wealth you better get outta there. I stood out like a dayglo middle finger flippin’ off the jocks and hayseeds, kkkops and PMRC sports- moms.
Me, I was into old glam like you know-SLADE pretty much, and also, some eighties cowpunk, death rock, new wave, and merry making, Fleshtones style, good times all night garage rock, and man, we were throwing a crowded, standing room only, rent party there in that after hours pool hall pretty much every night. I don’t know how Nasty bastard wrangled that big P.A. in there, but it was impressive. The perpetually smiling, laughing madman drummer had become regionally famous with some grunge/metal band I was not into, but they were super popular in that part of the country, for awhile-they mighta been called Resin. The reckless and seemingly indestructible guitarist throwing all the big rawk, classic windmill, stadium sized Billy Duffy and Angus Young shapes was mainly into AC/DC, Motorhead, the Nuge, and the Rolling Stones, right? He had waist length hair like a member of the Four Horsemen, was always wearin’ black wraparound Lou Reed shades and all black leather from head to toe like Zodiac Mindwarps & The Love Reaction. He had a too loud sound–like a mangey, feral backalley, sloppy whore scuzziness, you know, basically Australian AC/DC metal meets the cornfields of the yeehw Murkkan Midwestern punk gunsmoke, all his on fire riffin’ was like a distant, clanging echo of John and Rick Brewster, which worked well with my unorthodox, wordy, story oriented three chord pop tunes. His backup vocals were like gargled razor blades half Lemmy, half Brian Johnson, people said I sounded like either Stiv Bators, or Billy Hopeless, who was just becoming kinda like, “Hit List” magazine level famous back then. We confused people in the flyover states cause most bands in the “punk genre” just play fast and hard all the time, in cargo shorts mostly, ala New Bomb Turks, whereas we never believed in staying in one lane, ya know we had sortof the depressing, decayed and weather beaten Amerikkkana slow songs about drinking in small towns divebar blues thing that we do, like, our Gun Club and Chris Isaak side, but then we also had a lot of real uptempo gargey pop tunes like the Real Kids or Fleshtones. Those were the ones everybody liked, but I poured my heart into the ones that people did not get that excited about. The Angels, Rose Tattoo, Beasts Of Bourbon-to me, that was always where it’s at.
I was dirty poolhall barefooted in blue velvet bellbottoms, no shirt, mirrored shades, twenty five rosaries, or black winklepickers if we decided to go jam at either of the bars two doors down in either direction, it was a real blue collar white trash hoohaw, all the locals in like tractor company baseball caps and me with my ratty old purple feather boa, right? So we were making a dirty punk, sleazy, excessively inebreiated, rebelliously original, outlaw skronk of our own, but the emphasis was always on catchy songwriting and in your face showmanship, we were trying to entertain the people. Show the drinking classes a real cool time. Bassplayer with all the curly black hair and crazy eyes looked a little like Roky Erikson meets Cheech N Chong times Charlie Manson, some nights he mighta been wearin’ one of those Natural Born Killer army hemets-like I said, he had some post war damage-he stole an already stolen amp, creating problems for the whole gang, cause the people it was originally stolen from were world famous garage punk legends who had been expressing interest in actually producing me for their hip record label, unbeknowest to the guy who stole it from the other guy who stole it from them. It was a ramshackle operation with some dodgy delusions of doing some short term stupid, Steve Jones shananigans but supposedly all for the long term greater good. Hell, let’s be honest, back then, we were still on a bit of a Clash meets the Blues Brothers liberation crusade, we thought we were gonna rouse people outta their tv hypnoslumber and lead a youth revolt of some kind. We were anti tv, pro nudity. WE believed in liberty, Roy Wood makeup, having a good time all the time and setting an example for the kids of being our own weirdo selves, and ignoring and stubbornly defying Douchebg Garbage Culture, Completely and Utterly. We really did believe in the cause, back then, we had messages in our songs and weren’t just trying to get famous or some shit. We thought we were saying shit that mattered, we were trying to keep old traditions alive, teach the kids about Bo Diddley, Generation X, Lords Of The New Church, and old school Van Halen. I kinda saw as us following in the footsteps of the White Panther Party and the MC5, I wanted to musically affirm a bohemian way of life, a resistance culture, an ad busters pushback, with poetry and loud guitars. That was our mission. Some nights they got it, something sparked off and all the townies joined in on the antics, all those farmer’s daughters and good old boys got buckwild with us, and everybody was in a big sweaty, topless stopless, throbbing mess of heaving, hollering, dancing bodies and conga lines spilling out in the streets while we attempted some medley of our own seldom heard but much covered, black leather super hits, or scrappy hamfisted version of “Save Me”, an old Aretha song made famous in my generation by the Pyramid Club’s favorite sons, the Love Delegation. I might call for some old Circus Of Power song the drummer had never heard before before but we were all bullshitting our way through all of it really. Other nights, the pudgy Mexican local sports bar DJ Paul Somebody-Soandso and his horrible harmony singing, each douche wearing half a bottle off cologne, wannabe boy band, dressup suit-dummy friends would take over the big P.A. at the Main Street bar and turn our flaming punknroll boozehound circus back into the 90’s NSynch/Ricky Martin Dork Brigade. You know that awful song about, “I Want ItThat Way”? They would all put one finger in their ear and like eight or nine fratboy try to barber shop quartet that shit. Aww, man. It was like Billy Joel all over again. These guys saw themselves as “Gentlemen”, looked like resturant hosts. Never liked fratboys but this was the new breed of fratboy, white boys trying to act like Diddy and we all white new clothes, act fresh and be “smooth” like Boyz II Men, ya know the kind. The kinda guys who go to strip bars. We had some stripper girlfriends but like, we weren’t the ones paying to see them take their clothes off. I could not fathom the New Douche Review. They were like the Buzz Assassins. I always had to go, when too many douches and secretaries showed up. It was a cop town in the Midwest, after all. Wretched. Can’t tell you how many years I tried to get my guys to leave that place. Everybody who stays there slowly goes crazy, ends up on probation, gets sucked into the system or wigs out on bad drugs. One of my childhood best friends JB suicided himself a few years back after decades of unsuccessfully trying to appease those people with all the factory jobs and DUI bust court repremandings and just forever hanging his head in shame, cause it’s a now win scenario, you can never slave long enough, or grovel enough, to become acceptable to the pious Judge Judy haves on the hill. Moonshine, coal mine, or down the line.
Some nights, we’d scoot on down to a college town about twenty miles North and take over the bar there and get the whole room riled up with an acoustic guitar and singin’ old Pogues or Stones songs loud along with the jukebox. That madman drummer took his sticks with him everywhere and the whole fuckin world was his drumkit, he was crazy like that. It was fun. He’d start a room singin’ at Perkins or Waffle House, anywhere, anytime, he was such a ham and absolutely loved to make people start dancing in the dusk. We were the Bastards. We got good reviews in fan magazines but got nowhere whatsoever without any kinda you know real local support. Some nights we could barnstorm the stage and show all the hicks what rocknroll sounds like, me taunting the locals, the guitarist showing the headliners the chords to the songs we were about to play instead of whatever awful Pearl Jam covers they’d been playing previously. We’d end up with like half the bar wanting to kill us, and sometimes attempting just that in the parking lot, but the other half sending us trays of drinks and phone numbers on cocktail napkins and handwritten thank you notes saying we reminded them of the Doors, you can’t make this shit up. Those werre the good nights. Few and far between, though. The douches were outnumbering the rockers like three to one, and I mean I’m being generous in whom I’ll let pass as a rocker. The douches always like, quoted “Friends” that tv show, they all said, “how YOU doin’?” to girls like that was really charming and clever. Midwestern chicks were liking these fake hip hop sportos, though. Holy shit, I was not into the gold jewelry people. Girls trying to be like Jennifer Aniston. No thanks. You really gotta live in a city if you wanna succeed playing any kinda hard rock, but they were turning all the cities into sensitive safe spaces for hispter rich kids. Fuck. We needed an investor-an external income influx but nobody really wanted to put money into a volatile band with infamously exploding lineups and non stop fuckups and mayhem and a wayward drummer who was always in big trouble and a guitarist with a black cloud over his head and an outta style vocalist in too much blue eye makeup and runny eyeliner writing sad country songs about all his lost loves and broken homes. We had a song called “All My Broken Homes”, in fact. I still think it was pretty good. Especially if you’d been around, done any kinda hard livin’. Those boy band people did not understand us. We woulda benefitted from a an additional guitarist, we lost our Mick Taylor player to the straight world. Only one dude really dug where we were coming from in that hellhole cop town, and he was an old bass player who’d recorded with Marrianne Faithful and Crosby Stills Nash & Young. He let the hoodlum thundering guitar player live in his garage until there was some kinda falling out over a broken mic stand and a missing bicycle or something. He’d come to our pool hall jams but I never, never understood what that guy was doing in a fuckedup rightwing, flag saluting coptown. He knew the Rolling Stones personally. Even after I had to split that podunk pit, the drummer and guitarist were not ready or able, to finally leave cause they were both enjoying the limelight of local smallpond celebrity. They formed other little punk bands in my absence and both of them worked as rival bartenders for years and years. I had wanted to add a couple guys from the Motor City to that core crew but they were sidetracked by girls with drug habits and and got busy doing their own thing so I spunoff to Detroit and started a whole new band. It was short lived but fun while it lasted. You need money to “make it” in the States. There’s not a giant market for our kinda trashy punk but there will always be diehards in the bigger cities and we used to really enjoy converting civilians who’d never seen that kinda thing to ourway of life, that was really our biggest kick. Turning tv people onto the Real Fun! It was a tough hustle though, could not always be done. Some nights we used to flat out BOMB. Crickets. They did not get it, at all! By then, most Murkkans were into manufactured douchebag, fake pop like Justin Timberlake and Robin Thicke. We were into like Tex Perkins and Doc Neeson. Nothing’s changed for me except the drummer moved to New Orleans, the guitarists’s address is a license plate and all the other kids are dead. Anyways, my kinda rocknroll is like this. “The traces of wasted years, the traces of wasted years…” I never saw the point in even trying to bother with anything less than Doc Neeson. Doc Neeson was rocknroll. Some famous radio guy was promising to put me on the air and I was having fantasies of being like Dr. Johnny Fever spinning the Angels and the Beasts. That plan also crashed and burned but it’s the music that carries you through all the heartaches and disappointments. DOC NEESON FOREVER!
Angels – After The Rain – YouTube
The Angels – Fashion And Fame – 1981 – YouTube
The Angels – Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again, Live In Melbourne 1979 – YouTube
The Angels – ‘Take A Long Line’ Classic Countdown – YouTube
The Angels – Marseilles (Official Video) – YouTube
The Angels – Backstreet Pickup (Official Video) – YouTube
Doc Neeson – Max The Artist Story: The Angels – YouTube
Be With You – Doc Neesons Last Show – The Angels 100% – YouTube
Doc Neeson – Max The Artist Story: The Angels – YouTube
ACAB FTP
Kamau Franklin on Twitter: “Cop City Board and Cop city donor list: Cox Enterprises, Delta Airlines, Arthur Blank, Equifax, Georgia Power, Coca Cola Company The Home Depot Koch Brothers Chik Fil A Blackhall Studios UPS Norfolk Southern, The Loudermilk Family Waffle House Bank of America https://t.co/57nUgMilRI” / Twitter
THE BARMAN INTRODUCES US TO LITTLE KNOWN STOOGE, TORNADO TURNER! WOW! HOLY SMOKES!
A Tornado in the eye of a Stooges storm | Interviews (i94bar.com)
HoZac Records & Books on Twitter: “Shipping this weekend from #HozacBooks! Signed 1st edition #RebelSoul hardcover by #BebeBuell looks incredible! 2nd edition of 500 shipping in Feb/March, pre-order now: (link in bio) #newyorktimesbestseller https://t.co/Bdx0nNEDXz” / Twitter Dead Records) – Midnight To Six (wordpress.com)
CRAZY MINDFUCK HOW RIGHTWING MEDIA IS REPORTING ON DAVOS! LIKE WHEN TC HAS ANTIWAR VOICES ON HIS FOX SHOW! BUT THEY KEEP REFERRING TO DAVOS BILLIONAIRE$ AS “SOCIALISTS”. HA! GET REAL!
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Millionaire 33 tattooed Katy Perry ex handler Brand dates a big banker billionaire heiress insider Rockefeller chick so I suspect he is a charismatic jive turkey, but having said that, he is right about a lotta stuff you don’t hear a peep about on Big 5 controlled media platforms or secret police censored social media. We been sayin’ “STAY FREE” since the Clash! All our lives.
This murder by kkkkops bullshit has never paused even a day, some say it’s actually doubled, the establishment heard our protests and added ten thousand cops and a billion in military gear and told the shitlibs it was all to protect them from maga sexists…who are mostly kkkops, told ’em to contendedly celebrate the Fraud Squad, Oprah, Chelle, and Kamala Harris-that made no sense ever to anyone with half a brain but tv is a helluva drug. Justice Dept. Investigating Man’s Death After Police Confrontation – Rolling Stone
Ansi Kenabi on Twitter: “@rustyrockets @_whitneywebb Understatement of the century: https://t.co/VnN4tPrHsf” / TwitterRussell Brand on Twitter: “3. “If you analyse a lot of the public-private partnerships that the #WEF produces, they’re very alarming” #Davos @_whitneywebb https://t.co/Efl9EMo0zP” / Twitter
Great Reset: Siemens Chief Calls for ‘Billion People to Stop Eating Meat’ (breitbart.com)
Morris: Wray Alludes to FBI ‘Collaboration’ with Private Sector (breitbart.com)
The 5 Creepiest Moments at Davos – Ken Klippenstein (substack.com)
“Covidians” Begin Backpedaling On COVID Propaganda THEY PUSHED – YouTube
The Plague of Social Isolation – The Chris Hedges Report (substack.com)
Whitney Webb on Twitter: “Live with @theconvocouch soon https://t.co/27uvsOGaPq” / Twitter
Pharma Censorship WAY WORSE Than You Think! – YouTube
4 Out Of 10 Americans Delaying Medical Care Over Costs – YouTube
Moderna Hid NEGATIVE Booster Data! FDA Says They’re “Angry”. – YouTube
“The main Fact Check approach seems to be to debunk some irrelevant aspect of a story or tangential claim. I’ve even seen ones where they verify the most essential part of a claim. But all that matters is the headline and the impression that the Fact Checkers debunked it.” (-JFK Paine Doc)
ANOTHER SUNDAY IN THE POST PANDEMIC DEAD END DESERT WHERE ALL THE STORES WENT OUTTA BUSINESS
These cold Sundays can be brutally boring and long, it’s too cold to grow a garden which is what most old dudes do in the desert, if gthey aint beer/sports on tv people. I have a restless little soul, ya know? Would like to see my adult kids but they’re all off in different cities doing their own thing. Heard from my old amigo who had a rough time of it last year, sez he’s still in fuckedup pain but has shelter and a new dog, so I’m happy for him. My teenager stays up for thirty hours at a time and then crashes for fifteen. I drink coffee, look out the window, think about the good old days, like Poison/Rock Of Love Flag Bandanna, Brett Michaels. His new hit single is all too familiar to this old aging pirate who also writes songs reminscing about girls in cars and roadtrips back to the beach. That’s never a good sign when you’ve been reduced to watching the 70’s show reboot with all the Alannis Morrisette references, “That 90’s Show”, and penning lyrics nearly identical thematically to Brett Michaels. I’m horrified knowing I might be turning into a commercial country cowboy cliche. Winter’s tough, the sun starts goin’ down a little after four in the afternoon, there’s only like one place you can sit in the sun in your lawn chair by then, it’s been fucking cold here. So yeah, not a whole lot goin’ on and the lady I was working for doing some odd jobs, blue collar labor, she found a way more qualified handy dandy fix it repair man who can put in windows and climb up on ladders and drywalls all for fifteen bucks an hour. I was charging her twenty for the heavy lifing kinda stuff, but it gets competitive in the cold months, they tell you nobody wants to work, but the part they leave out is nobody wants to work for low wages that aren’t enough to pay for even half a one bedroom in a deadend ghost town, those get back to work assholes are talkin’ about the fast food jobs-Sonic and McDonald’s. I never much liked the shit hoarder landlorder class. Can’t believe I’ve been reduced to watching tv. In the early part of the insufferable NSynch era, when Michael Jackson was still alive, three of Tito’s sons apparently had a boyband that was big in Europe called 3T, and their mom was apparently murdered by her boyfriend who wanted her to shakedown the family for money, and some of those brothers have really naggy materialist wives hassling them to lose weight and reunite their musical operation and resume basking in the outlandish priviilges of fame and fortune, but those dudes don’t really get along anymore-the prettyboy most dedicated to the reunion, his wife is a piece of work, another one is more interested in becoming a film maker/documentarian, and the final brother has all these family caregiver obligations, so they convene in a big state of the art brother studio and try to record new originals and only record like maybe one line at a time, it’s only the second episode but it seems hopeless. I can relate to the struggle, cause when I was at my most band dedicated wanting to make records, I also had kids and while I still beleieve the music should have been a righteous livelihood for my whole gang, I was the only one really fulltime committed to the music. This guy was busy doing drugs, that one was busy doing all the better known marquee name paid gig side projects, so yeah here we are now, the cheese stands alone and I been in that Jackson kid’s shoes with all my baby mamas. He wants to make it work creating new music but the brothers are pursuing other get rich avenues and he is stress eating, I get it. I been there. Tito tells his sons, “you aint nothin’ without a hit” and advises them to shop for songs from outside song doctors and hip new producers. They can sing, they are Jacksons, but their music to me sounds totally R&B overproduced and dated. They make Bell Biv Davoe seem new and cutting edge in comparison. I feel for these kids, even though they live in big mansions, they have that calling to wanna make music, man, and that is the most heartbreaking thing to get involved in. They all wanna be like Michael, but without Michael’s talent or work ethic. Paris seems like an industry slave monarch puppet, like Alanis meets Brtiney. The music industry is unreformable, totally corrupt, evil sons a bitches, best avoided entirely.
The Greatest Industrial Transformation of Our Times – YouTube
Which CIA Infiltration Tactics Does The Pseudo Left Use – YouTube
MLK was MURDERED for The Same Reason Fred Hampton was MURDERED – YouTube
Republicans are FURTHER LEFT on WAR Than AOC and Progressives | $75 BILLION in Cuts – YouTube
#StopCopCity – Twitter Search / Twitter
JOHN DISSED IN BULL LEE
BULL LEE @ Little Pedro’s, Los Angeles, CA – YouTube
BULL LEE @ Studio Suite 3/7/08 – YouTube
Winners are grinners, even when we’re all losers | Reviews (i94bar.com)
WEF SHIT: La youtubeuse Olympe, atteinte du trouble dissociatif de l’identité, annonce son suicide assisté (lefigaro.fr) SAD!
“If Russia was involved in a coup of the Mexican Gov’t, installed an anti-American Gov’t and then started flooding the country with weapons, how long do you think America would wait to act? If America did act, how many of you would call their actions “Totally unprovoked”?” (-Black In The Empire)
I USED TO LOVE AMT GOODMAN TIL SHE STARTED SELLING EMPIRE NARRATIVE TO YUPPIES
Hey There All You Dinosaurs – by Sabra Marcroft (substack.com)
FREE JULIAN ASSANGE NOW! IT’S UP TO YOU TO MULTIPLY TRUTH, AMPLIFY THE DISSIDENT FREE PRESS! EVEN DEMOCRACY NOW HAS BEEN INFILTRATED & SUBVERTED BY THE DONOR CLASS OLIGARCHS!
“I hope someone at #BelmarshTribunal asks the moderator, Amy Goodman, about her attack on Assange and Wikileaks, and subsequent refusal to cover his trial!” (-Max Blumenthal)
“Social media corporations are cool with Azov, a literal fascist organization, but say one bad thing about Zelensky and you’re mass reported by NAFO trolls.
This is what “free speech” looks like in an oligarchy.” (-Danny Haiphong)
“It’s amazing how many people would prefer to coerce others than to tolerate the freedom of others in exchange for their own.” (-Brett Weinstein)
“As I have consistently said, this war was avoidable. If the U.S. had ordered its coup govt not to attack its own citizens in Eastern Ukraine in 2014, did not support war in the East that cost 14k lives, & give green light second phase of war that started in Feb 2022 #IblameBiden” (-Ajamu Baraka)
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At some point the simplest answer is that elected officials in big cities are afraid of the police.” (-Blair)
We’re Overcounting COVID Deaths! Admits CNN Doctor – YouTube
Bernie Sanders and AOC are too cowardly to even stickup for Julian Assange. Let alone oppose the murderous police at Cop City. Man, do they suck. If those fakes wanted progressive votes, they woulda fought for progressive values instead of pulling shitlibs to the pro war, copsucker, big pharma right.
LIVE: Belmarsh Tribunal on Julian Assange, Press Freedom & More | Democracy Now!
Glenn Greenwald on Twitter: “Also by stark contrast: https://t.co/ExZF5jZP4o” / Twitter
Glenn Greenwald on Twitter: “By stark contrast: https://t.co/qzCuuVYsgQ” / Twitter
“Let’s make this clear to propagandized Americans
When you’ve lost 20% of your country, over 100,000 soldiers, 40% of your country has no electricity, your economy is ruined, and you’re reduced to begging for tanks when all you had to do was honor an agreement It’s not winning.” (-Black In The Empire)
#StopCopCity – Twitter Search / Twitter
CODE PINK FOR PEACE
“Westerners are so brainwashed by propaganda that more and more of them are starting to believe that China wants to invade them. Why would Beijing want to rule over a bunch of white foreigners, idiots? Do you think China has a desperate shortage of cheese knives and mayonnaise?” (-Caitlin Johnstone)
David Swanson on Twitter: “How to play ‘War Lies Bingo’ https://t.co/bxUnJjuBtY” / Twitter
KOOL STUFF WE LIKE!
Divinyls – Live at the Ritz 1986 – YouTube
Sleeping Beauty – The Divinyls – 1985 – YouTube
The Damned – Jet Boy Jet Girl (Live in SF 1979) – YouTube
Watch Nick Cave and Warren Ellis live from Hanging Rock on ABC iview – Double J
High Desert Love Song – YouTube
Nikki Sudden and Epic Soundtracks Society | Facebook
🎶 DON’T CHANGE THAT SONG 🎶 FASTER PUSSYCAT (1987) – YouTube
A Tornado in the eye of a Stooges storm | Interviews (i94bar.com)
David Lee Roth – Damn Good – YouTube
The Torture Never Stops – YouTube
SAMMY SERIOUS THE ZEROS / LOVES NOT FAIR – YouTube
DIVINYLS- PLEASURE AND PAIN & ONLY LONELY-LIVE EXPO 1988 – YouTube
LIES FOR WAR
$3 Mess – Walk Like Johnny Thunders – YouTube
Hialeah Miami Rock Festival 8/29/2009 HAMERHED – YouTube
Meet The Man Arrested for Questioning King Charles – Lowkey Talks to Symon Hill (mintpressnews.com)
#StopCopCity on Twitter: “Demand ATT divest from APF and their militarized urban warfare training center #StopCopCity” / Twitter
BASTARDS SIGHTING! Hey What Dya Know? Update From NASTY BASTARD!
“Good stuff in my zip code! Got a place! Got a new hound. Back is screwed– essentially it’s the same thing Mick Mars has.”
In Times Like These – Caitlin Johnstone
SUPPORT THE FORREST DEFENDERS, WATER PROTECTORS, CODE PINK & BLACK ALLIANCE FOR PEACE! STAY WILD! STAY FREE!
Veglam 
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