So "we" went from a yellow submarine into the mud ; - )
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It's seven o'clock.
Do you know where your freedom is? Coming to you live and electrified from studio A, high atop the escarpments of White Tail Peak, the roof... ruff, ruff... of the American Hindu Kush, this is Dr. Amp doing the vamp for liberty, climbing the ramp to justice, and lighting the lamp of freedom. So... what's on your mind tonight? I mean, you know I'm gonna tell you what's on mine. We're sinking down deep in the mud, and the fucks are at it again! The same vast global corporate conspiracy. Different day. You can't see it without a cosmic flashlight. Guess what. I've got one. Oh, yeah. And its beam, it penetrates the igneous rock of ignorance. It flips that rock over, and there they are, exposed, wriggling, squirming, crawling on their bellies like foul maggots, frantically racing back to the cover of darkness that they so crave. We're coming for you. Yeah, we're coming for you. Let's just see what they're cooking up today. I know what I'll be cooking up. Know the ingredients. Just read what's on the box. In fact, read between the lines.What's lurking in that... that toaster waffle, those muffins... that frozen children's treat? Poison! Deadly poisons. That's what's there. And what's waiting for you? Cancer! Leukemia! Autoimmune disorders! Pulmonary embolism! Warts! Psoriasis, eczema! Cardiac arrest!
Where are the cops when we need them?
Anorexia, body-image bullshit, microbial toxins, bacterial toxins, environmental toxins! Our air, our water, our earth. The very soil itself! Our food. Our bodies poisoned! Poisoned! Ahh.
That's... huckleberry extract in clean, boiled water from the pure, artesian springs of White Tail Peak. Yeah.
Fuck that açaí berry shit from the Amazon.
In the immortal words of Pete Seeger,
if I had a hammer... Guess what. I've got a hammer. You must see, hear, understand, and act.
Act now. Friends, we all live in the mud. In the shit!
Shovel your way out of the shit.
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Where's the walrus? I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, Goo goo g'joob.
Don't ya wish yer brain was dead too?
Oo I love how X played Y and think Z had sex with the whole alphabet as well. BTW Coop, the bad one, manipulated his own fingerprints into Briggs's. 16 cases in 25 years. That's a double se7en. 430 another one. Lucky7Insurance. There ye go.
But the four (-ten) is absent, so far.
Meanwhile Coop, the good one, remains caught in Dougie's dog's live. How much shit can "w/he" stand? Coffee didn't help, "call for help" didn't help, "file cases" didn't help, "agent" didn't help, ... What's next? The key will be the key, of course.
Love, love, love, love is all we need. Will it await him between millions of millions of douglas firs?
[sigh]