Since I’m still sitting here psyching myself out to run, but not prepping my iPod, I was thinking about a time I was running last month in a horrible mood, not wanting to go another step, but was still a few miles from home.
Everything written earlier was about the first Bush. I know some of you are too young to have had someone give you a Rage Against the Machine album or play you a Bill Hicks set. Please find a way to hear it. You won’t regret it.
You know we armed Iraq. I wondered about that too, you know during the Persian Gulf war those intelligence reports would come out: “Iraq: incredible weapons – incredible weapons.” How do you know that? “Uh, well…we looked at the receipts.” Continue reading
“I’m not a girl, I’m a guy you know? But at the same time, I tell ya how you can solve this abortion issue right now. Ready? Those unwanted babies that single moms leave in alleys and in dumpsters? Leave about 12 of those on the steps of The Supreme Court. This is over. Like that. ‘You guys said we had to have them? Then you guys…FUCKING RAISE ‘EM. Raise ’em then, you fucking fucking raise ’em. YOU raise ’em. You said I had to have it? Then it’s yours. Fuck. It’s yours..Take it'” – Bill Hicks
“Frightening people man. Bush tried to buy votes towards the end of the election. Goes around, you know, selling weapons to everyone, getting that military industrial complex vote happening for him. Sold 160 fighter jets to Korea and then 240 tanks to Kuwait and then goes around making speeches why he should be Commander-in-Chief because, ‘We still live in a dangerous world.’…Thanks to you, you fucker!” – Bill Hicks
Today, more than ever, I miss Bill Hicks and Rage Against the Machine.
Yesterday Dan and I tried to read the paper, but had already heard all of the news items on NPR and the morning news ticker, or already read about it on the Internet or heard it discussed on some talk radio show. “We know all the news,” we realized, unable to read another New Yorker article, but feeling like we had to, because it was doing something. All we can do is stay informed, and we were so informed there was no new information to absorb. Continue reading