Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm workin' at the NSA and somebody puts a code on my desk, somethin' no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it and I'm real happy with myself cause I did my job well, but maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding, fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with get killed.
Now the politicains are sayin' 'Oh send in the marines to secure the area, cause they don't give a shit, won't be their kid over there gettin' shot just like it wasn't them when their number got called cause they were all pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southy over there takin' shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at, got exported to the country he just got back from, and the guy that put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job cause he'll work for 15 cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Meanwhile, he realises the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price, and ofcourse the oil companies use a little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices, a cute little ancilliary benefit for them, but it ain't helpin' my buddy at 2.50 a gallon. Their takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course maybe they even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martini's and fuckin' play slolum with the icebergs. It ain't to long til he hits one, spills the oil, and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic... so now my buddy's out of work, he can't afford to drive, so he's walkin' to the fuckin' job interviews which sucks cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him cronic hemroids and meanwhile, he's starvin' cause everytime he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special their serving is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State....
so what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while Im at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe, and join the National Guard. I could be elected President.
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Imagine
Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people living for today...
Imagine there's no countries, It isnt hard to do, Nothing to kill or die for, No religion too, Imagine all the people living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man, Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say Im a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one, I hope some day you'll join us, And the world will live as one.
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If Im in heaven before you are, I'll carve your name on every star, so all the angels will know, How much I love you so. And if you're not there on judgement day, I'll know you've gone the other way. So I'll give the angels back their wings, golden harps and other things. And just to prove my love is true, I'll go to hell to be with you!!
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There are people in our society who should be separated and discarded. I think its one of the tendencies of the liberal community to feel that every person in a nation of over 200 million people can be made into a productive citizen. Im realist enough to believe this cant be. Were always going to have our prisons, were always going to have our places of preventive detention for psychopaths, and were always going to have a certain number of people in our community who have no desire to achieve or who have no desire to even fit in an amicable way with the rest of society. And these people should be separated from the community, not in a callous way but they should be separated as far as any idea that their opinions shall have any effect on the course we follow.
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The revolution as we call it is not necessarily an uprising in the streets or the old business of seizing power. Though the Left has always im...
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My love is losing grip, And i fear i will fall, If i fall i will be nothing, Nothing at all, If i fall, i know i will not land on my feet, And ill die a painful death, and be covered with the white sheet. I'd lie still, only to think about what i've thrown away, But what i'd thrown away would have been mine if i could stay, In a stable frame of mind, in which my mother did not give me, Why didnt she, give me, the mind in which i need to keep, the love of my life. But now she's gone and so am i, im below, playing satans games, but i will not mension, anybodies names, that led to my downfall, That would be a shame, I wouldnt be playing satan's game.. of guilt.. They know they did wrong, they know they killed me, All for the love of my life... she.
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Im searching through all that has ever been hoped, in praise of what can never be known.
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I moved from Seattle, Washington to New York City. The city with the highest suicide rate to the city with the highest homicide rate. What can i say?, Im just not a 'do it yourself' kinda guy!
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The closer I get to feeling, The further that Im feeling from alright. The more I step into the sun, The more I step out of the light
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Im good enough, Im smart enough, and dog-gone it, people like me.
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Im telling you, things are getting out of hand. Or maybe Im discovering that things were never in my hands.
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PurpleBlood> Dont take offense by this, but how old are you? You must be a major geek to sit around in this channel on your computer all day, and on your ASS!
SEGA> im a bot you fucking idiot.
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When (Jalen) comes over here, Im going to give him a kiss. Not on his lips, though.
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As long as your here, Im not.
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