Title: Mcgowanjm Wire 2012 Source:
[None] URL Source:[None] Published:Feb 26, 2012 Author:Various Post Date:2012-02-26 09:15:13 by A K A Stone Keywords:None Views:1293626 Comments:2390
Speaking of things I've been typing about for a while.
That's what your, 'how long have you been using the 'Top 1%' aphorism, reminded me of.
And how none of us Dirty Fuckin Hippies EVER get credit for a God Damn thing.....;}.....even though we get the shite for it 24/7....;}.
And so I was looking at a finite planet with an exploding human footprint article, with oil production flat since 2005, and thought of the desperation of Big Oil.....
which IMMEDIATELY brought to mind the USbpEcocide.
I started to google for bp PO, because everyone knows what PO is.... thanx to us Dirty Fuckin' Hippies....
But GOOGLE does not.
Instead at the very top a 'How can bp help make the world a better place' URL.
And then ANYTHING I typed after bp brought up the same URL.
So I typed this search:
bp fucked
LMFAO
Didn't see that God Damn 'bp Helps' URL this time.
I love the word FUCKED. Has unlimited meanings but EVERYONE knows EXACTLY what you're talkin' about and in what context Every Single Time.
Long Island Press - 1 day ago Thursday 5/24/2012 10:21 AM ... By Associated Press on May 24th, 2012. LAFITTE, La. ... In Lafitte, they said the new shrimp season was off to a slow start.
I don’t trust people who make bitter reflections about war. ... It’s always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a Hell it is. And it’s always the widows who lead the Memorial Day parades … we shall never end wars ... by blaming it on ministers and generals or warmongering imperialists or all the other banal bogies. It’s the rest of us who build statues to those generals and name boulevards after those ministers; the rest of us who make heroes of our dead and shrines of our battlefields. We wear our widows’ weeds like nuns and perpetuate war by exalting its sacrifices. My brother died at Anzio – an everyday soldier’s death, no special heroism involved. They buried what pieces they found of him. But my mother insists he died a brave death and pretends to be very proud.
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[Y]ou see, now my other brother can’t wait to reach enlistment age. That’ll be in September. May be ministers and generals who blunder us into wars, but the least the rest of us can do is to resist honoring the institution. What has my mother got for pretending bravery was admirable? She’s under constant sedation and terrified she may wake up one morning and find her last son has run off to be brave.
