“I don’t criticize Democrats cuz I side with Republicans, I criticize Democrats Cuz THEY side with Republicans. Our fight is not Left/Right anymore, it is Us vs.Them. ” (-Jimmy Dore)
“We need a president, at this time in history, who can stand up to his bureaucracy. As President, I will end the forever wars, clean up government, restore
the middle class, and tell Americans the truth. #Kennedy24” (— Robert F. Kennedy, Jr)
“You have to start with the truth. The truth is the only way that we can get anywhere. Because any decision-making that is based upon lies or ignorance can’t lead to a good conclusion.” (~ Julian Assange)
“Oh baby what a place to be in the service of the bourgeoise, where can my believers be? I wanna jump into the endless sea, let it wash all over me…” (-Iggy Pop)
I was one of the first people I knew who had to watch in helpless horror when he saw how all his former homies were duped by university WEF think tank scripts to sacrifice their own principles to obey these whackadoo blue maga fascism scripts of cancel culture snitch squads when the deep state taught them all to believe they were special V.I.P gatekeeping classers who could enjoy privileges of membership if they could be deployed as bureaucratic narcs for the state who had some protected class rights to never be offended, so the unforgivable betrayals and trojan horse/sheepdog tactics of false hope peddling politicians like Obama and Bernie Sanders were sad, but not all together shocking. Like Jimmy Dore said, if John McCain had been the one drone killing innocents, NOT terrorists, at a rate of nine outta ten people targeted with extrajudicial assassinations, and billion dollar banking giveways while those scumbags evicted millions, and done all those rollbacks on free speech and public assembly, the office class would never have stood for it, so the Man gave us rightwing Reagan style Democrats who tweeted empty sweet talk false promises in suave suits while doing all this otherwise intollerable imperialist police state authoritarian rightwing bullshit under cover of saying they are feminists who care about black lives while mass incarcerating people of color and superfunding racist deathsquads and now hijacking the LGBT movement. They even Cointelpro the conservatives, nowadays. They allow for nearly zero dissent and still say they are progressives in special sensitivity diversity pants sutis while censoring the social media and outlawing protests and kidnapping and torturing whistleblowers and killing poor people who have done nothing wrong but be born in oil rich regions the USA oil companies want to plunder. Black Reagan still sucks. A Transgender poc Reagan still sucks. A tank is a tank, a cop is a cop, stop being fooled by hollow rainbow washing. The empire does not love you. Their only god is money.
SO TIRED OF FALSE HOPE SHITSHOW POLITICIANS BUT I DO LIKE MUCH OF WHAT RFK JR SAYS ABOUT ENDING WARS & TAKING CONTROL OF CAPTURED REGULATORY AGENCIES & DEEP STATE
Ya know your record collector friends and urban hipster trendoids with big trust funded discographies and many boxes of unsold cd’s in their many histrical home guest rooms wouldn’t say this but I loved Soul Asylum back in the day. My big bohunk hiphop loving second bassplayer who I always had to argue with about wearing sweat pants cause he came from a jock background when I integrated him into one of my early punknroll factions, ya know he memorably brought me “Hang Time” on cassette correctly presuming I’d appreciate songs like “Sometime To Return” and “A Little Too Clean”, that reminded him of more commercial Replacements stuff like “I’ll Be You”, then that “Runaway Train” song got played as often as “Teen Spirit” or “Sweet Child” until we all got sick to death of it and never wanted to hear it again, but back in the very late eighties and early nineties, Soul Asylum got played nonstop in my circle of friends-“Gravedancers Union” was like a perfect album really. Now of course, they seem like Goo Goo Dolls’ older stoner badboy big brothers-some kinda Wonder Bread and Cheese Whiz eating, apple cheeked emo boys next door, and that’s probably what appealed to girls like Winona Ryder back when Dave Pirner was the big deal alternahunk pinup pre Evan Dando-he played with a real energetic livewire hardcore gusto and tried to come off as dangerous with his dirty semi dreadlocked hair and ripped jeans and untied tennis shoes but all his songs were artful, heartfelt, sweet as pie and charming, really. It wasn’t just his elfen prettyboy looks that sold their records, it was also the real catchy tunes about running away and leaving town written with a keen eye for visual detail: “see the open mouth of my suitcase saying leave this place.” Plus, I discoevered this record back when we were still getting stalked by cars full of obsessed ex boyfriend jealous goons who did not like a new wave kid like me dating the hick town metal queen. I was all about the leaving town songs. Even when we did leave town Beverly Hillbillies style, with the rocking chair and amplifiers and banjos and fur coats tied to the roof of a woody station wagon pulling a U-Haul, we very foolishly went to the dumbest possible blue blooded college town-at least if you were sleazy, dirt poor, makeup wearing, garage hellions like us, where it was impossible to secure record store jobs in certain seasons when all the students were in the city. Also, ska and alternative were in vogue and we were so NOT ska or alternative. I found it frustrating all the competant drummers would rather be in any trendy paycheck band no matter how formulaic or khaki shorted medio-core, than a street scrappy glam punk operation in black leather with Romantics catchy pop songs, but that’s just how it all rolled out. Me and my lads ended up fucking telemarketing again, working in convenience stores, living on cans of beans and ramen in the very blue collar whiteboy gangbanger part of town until shattering off into different directions like broken pool balls cause the former middleclasers understandably could not stand the hardcore perils of ghetto life. During our first couple summers in the city though, this big break through Soul Asylum album was playing all the time. I still have a sentimental weakness for it and you could hear their influence on all those crummy emo bands with the dorky haircuts that came out in the 00’s, like Plain White T Shirst and shit. Some rock critic compared our band demos to Dramarama and Soul Asylum, I found that supremely flattering really, cause we were going for Zodiac Mindwarp slash Replacements. I flagrantly swanned around with an entrouge of multiple girlfriends in a macho cop manufacturing flyover state and the hicks went batshit cause they had this military/football culture entitlement where they thought they should own all the women because they were the ones with the biggest trucks. My existence threatened their whole worldview. Now in the big towns people all practice sex positive polygamy and it’s accepted as woke and hipster, but back then, Frankensteins like us were only allowed to be seen in public when the rabid lynchmob villagers were chasing us outta town with torches and pitchforks for being too punk rock. The think tanks were savvy to buy off all the college wimps with petty ass, mostly imagined axes to grind, by offering them some kinda paltry “we earn more than you” privilege carrots, insisting it is woke and progressive to ban books and burn witches who challenge their cozy safesapce shitlib official narratives in any remote way. The weaponized and infiltrated DNC fake wokeness bullshit propaganda is like yellow smiley faced wallpaper at the reconditioning brainwash concentration camps. Some kinda state religion fundamentalist religious cult with false prophets hellbent on eviscerating what little is left of our Bill Of Rights, all while pretending to care about Afghanistan women, or Iranian transkids, or black folks killed by racist cops who investigate themselves and find they did nothing wrong, while copaganda media demonizes victim’s familes and broadcast mass media news cycles keep everybody permenently divided and blaming their struggling neighbors and believing in FBI manufactured boogeymen and off script heretic truth teller “conspiracy theorists”, are all a coming to offend their college kids and put the white ladies in burkas and steal their freedom fries with Russian bots and reds under the beds. Even former rockers I know slavishly parrot official narrative scripts received from WEF operatives and spook-media. it’s sad to see how much liberty was lost since 9/11. The pinkhat faux wokes and pencil pushers are oblivious, they still spend their days freeting about Trump’s “grab their pussies” bawdy locker room bullshit bravado when he was bragging to a son of a Bush, and thanking their droner in chief, Wall Street operative Obama for letting Chelle walk in front, “keeping it classy”, they say. It’s a crazy upside down mixed up Bizarro World when offensive speech is percevied by the haves on the hill as violence and mass murder for monopoly corporations is called woke and classy and dashing. As Wilco once sang, “I miss the innocence I’ve known-playing KISS covers, beautiful and stoned.” You are not confused and programmed with fear by accident or coincidence. The empire pours billions into socially engineering false panics so you are always in your lizard brain fear state when the mind cannot think critically.
Poor Nico never got over Jim Morrison, he was obsessed with her too, but she could never get him to dump Pam for her. She even tried dyeing her hair red to please ole Mister Mojo Risin’.
Veglam 
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