LokeyCurrentFlow

GoodGodDamn!

2008-05-25T18:32:00.000-05:00

GOODGOD! ©2006 LOKEY
GOODGOD ! DAMN.. UNCLE SAM
YOU GOT MY HANDS ALL TIED UP IN YOUR MASTER PLAN
YOU GOT ONE HAND IN MY POCKET AND THE OTHER ONE IS ON A WARHEAD
SWEET MARY MAGDALENE SISTER SAVE US PLEASE
AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THE IDEA OF LIBERTY

BOMB THOSE LITTLE BROWN BASTARDS IN THE NAME OF SAVING THEIR SOULS
KNOWING DAMN WELL YOU'RE THE INFIDEL MURDERING FOR BLACK GOLD
SCARIN' US INTO FIGHTING TERRORISTS AND NOT THE BATTLE FOR NEW ORLEANS

SWEET MARY MAGDALENE SISTER SAVE US PLEASE
AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THESE IDEAS OF LIBERTY

ONE FATEFUL MORNING I WOKE UP EARLY OUT OF A REALLY SCARY DREAM
A GREAT BIG BLACK BUILDING EXPLODED IN FRONT OF ME
WHILE I CALLED A FRIEND I FELT A GENTLE RAIN THEN HE SAID
"MAN YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHERE THEY JUST CRASHED A COUPLE' PLANES!"

GOODGOD ! DAMN. UNCLE SAM
NOW WE GOT ALL OUR HANDS ALL TIED UP IN YOUR MASTER PLAN
YOU GOT ONE HAND IN MY POCKET
AND THE OTHER ONE IS ON A WARHEAD
OOH! - I MEAN "PEACEKEEPER"

BY THE EARLY MORNING DRIVETIME RADIO HAD READY MIXED
A STEADY DOSE OF PATRIOTIC PAIN
AND EVERY TV SHOWED THE SAME PRE-APPROVED FOOTAGE
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND
OH MAN! THEY'RE JUMPING! HOLDING HANDS!
OH! -VER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN

THE WHOLE COUNTRY CRIED AND RALLIED READY TO FIGHT
FOR ALL OF OUR INNOCENT LIVES WRONGED
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE SUPPOSED TO BE ABOARD THAT PLANE -
THAT DID NOT HIT THE PENTAGON?!
BUT DUDE-THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION AND A BIG …SMOKE …SCREEN
YEAH! YOU THINK THEY WOULDA SHOWED YOU A LITTLE BIT MORE
OF THAT TRAGEDY ON THE TUBE -
"HEY MISTER HOW'S A GREAT BIG PLANE MAKE SUCH A TINY LITTLE HOLE?"
"SON THAT DOES NOT CONCERN YOU"
" - NO WINGS - BODIES -OR SEATS - "
"SON, THE MAN SAID 'MOVE ALONG' "

I THOUGHT GOODGOD ! DAMN. UNCLE SAM
YOU GOT OUR HANDS ALL TIED UP IN YOUR MASTER PLAN
SWEET MARY MAGDALENE SISTER SAVE US PLEASE
AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THIS IDEA OF LIBERTY
SISTER SAVE US PLEASE AND GET JESUS TO FREE US FROM THIS IDEA
OF LIBERTY IN THE LAND OF THE GREED AND THE HOME OF THE SLAVES

BIRKHA BETTI! BOOM!

2008-05-02T13:03:00.000-05:00

Birkha Betti - IRAQ’s premier stand up comedienne...
Current mood: ignoring apathy

I just flew in from Fallujah and boy am I glad I have arms! No joke!

I am very progressive. I wanted to join the women's movement,
but I decided to quit getting stoned after college.

A soldier tried to rape me: but he just came in his pants and said
"Mission Accomplished."
I thought that was it, but he's been screwing all my friends ever since.
No joke!

How many troops does it take to occupy Iraq?
Apparently ALL of them! No joke!

A soldier said: "your oil or your life!"
I said: "take my oil!" And then he shot me! No joke!

My cousin Ali wanted to be a stand up comic,
but he got his legs blown off! No joke!

How many Iraqis does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
No one knows. There's no electricity. No joke!

No, really - I love Iraq. Gas is very cheap there.
Unless you count the bodies! No joke!

I was buying a used car and told the salesman:
"This car looks like a lemon."
He said: "no! it's the bomb!" BOOM!

Three insurgents get into a car. BOOM!

A priest and a rabbi walk into a pub in London. BOOM!

A traveling salesman stopped to talk to a farmer. BOOM!

What do you get when you cross a religious fanatic with C4? BOOM!

Why did the chicken cross the road? BOOM!

Six soldiers were torturing the man i've been married to
since i was eleven years old.
a neighbor said, "aren't you going to call for help?"
i said, "no, six should be able to handle it."

sleep yourself smart

2008-04-25T19:08:00.000-05:00

Re: A real Superman

The future of men's minds is known to their superconscious, and reflected from it into their conscious, usually without making any impression upon the brain at all. In the same way the memory of the past development of the human mind is stored in the subconscious.

So long as man remains pre-eminently human man he has to rely for his knowledge upon memory, that is to say the facts that are imprinted upon his physical brain since birth. His knowledge therefor, consists of a mass of facts, statements and ideas communicated to him through other human beings.

As soon as he is able to contact for himself, through concentration, meditation or comtemplation, either deliberate or involuntary, higher dimensions then that of the physical he begins to obtain first-hand information.

He obtains this information in a realm not constricted to words, nor conditioned by time.

This means he can learn information instantaneously, and eventually upon any subject. This means that memory, as we know it, is no longer necessary ! Men will come to realise that instead of having their brains packed with an assortment of facts which they may or may not need, it is better to train the powers of the mind, to develop concentraion and one pointedness ( or the power of tuning up to a certain viberation and sounding it forth steadily for as long as desired, thus contacting everything of affinity with it ) so that they can at any time contact instantaneously knowledge which they definitely require

This may sound a fantastic accomplishment. But man does it at the present time.
Only so far he can tune in merely to those viberations which are already imprinted upon his brain. Someone says'-cornfeild-', for instance. The word sounds its viberation, or number, and the tuning fork in his brain responds by pouring forth in a flood of 'memory' all which was impressed upon it under that particular viberation. Enough to fill a book may be rapidly called forth. where does it all come from ?

However, in this case men will learn nothing new about -cornfeild- he will only mentally reiterate facts that have been stored. whereas if, to set up a certain viberation and hold it poised long enough, he will be able to draw to him (which is a positive not a receptive action) much knowledge which is new to him.

This practice will constitue a large part of men's future mental training, and will take the place of memory. This is one of the foundamental differences between the mind of the future and that of today. Memory will gradually come to be considered as a primitive attribute used by the masses, while intelligentsia employ a less cumbersome road to knowledge.

Eventually, knowledge through meditation will come to be the universal method.

uglyAmericans

2008-04-10T06:42:00.000-05:00

Americans:not who we used to be
Current mood: insubordinate

"The claims of these organizers of humanity raise another question which I have often asked them and which, so far as I know, they have never answered: If the natural tendencies of mankind are so bad that it is not safe to permit people to be free, how is it that the tendencies of these organizers are always good? Do not the legislators and their appointed agents also belong to the human race? Or do they believe that they themselves are made of a finer clay than the rest of mankind? The organizers maintain that society, when left undirected, rushes headlong to its inevitable destruction because the instincts of the people are so perverse. The legislators claim to stop this suicidal course and to give it a saner direction. Apparently, then, the legislators and the organizers have received from Heaven an intelligence and virtue that place them beyond and above mankind; if so, let them show their titles to this superiority. They would be the shepherds over us, their sheep. Certainly such an arrangement presupposes that they are naturally superior to the rest of us. And certainly we are fully justified in demanding from the legislators and organizers proof of this natural superiority."
– Frederic Bastiat (1801-1850)

Americans are no longer considered, by the world at large (small as it is), to be rugged individualists, fearless pioneers, or even "free." Thanks to the "ugly American" caricature, and the marauding tendencies of a sublimely self-interested oligarchy, we are now famous worldwide as a society of whiny, angry, finger pointing victims. Lawsuits are preferable to accountability, and semantic acrobatics equate tangible results. The fact is, as a nation collectively, we’re embarrassingly over weight, under educated, and miserably at lack in our excesses. The stoic traditions enforcing self-subjugation in the name of an imperialist "benevolence" empowered by fear have yet to meet their penultimate demise. I so wish them this "salvation" of which they insist upon and great awakening in their awaiting wave of fire.

When faced with the consequences of ignorance puritans are notoriously defensive.

Doesn’t it feel just a little dicey to be sitting in a coffee shop, complaining about losing inalienable rights to an oppressive government while living in the shadow of the Pueblo alongside people whose families were here long before we had a "Constitution" to protect? How do "we the (rest of the) people" begin to reclaim our individual sovereignty and create solidarity? Just like that. Humbly acknowledge the difficult truths. Then, with heartfelt gratitude and a deep sigh at the irony of it all, we can pass the turkey.

My ancestors were at war with each other. That doesn’t mean I have to be at war with myself. If we don’t choose to be at peace, free and bravely at home in our own skins, "visualizing" world peace is a ridiculous waste of time. Just as ridiculous as the idea that a government can provide anything that it doesn’t inherently possess, for instance, integrity, morality or personal security. Only "we the people" have the option to exercise those qualities on a moment-by-moment basis, one person at a time.
So, have an exceptionally extraordinary day. Vive le revolution.

"Ah,…You who judge humanity to be so small! You who wish to reform everything!
Why don’t you reform yourselves? That task would be sufficient enough."– Frederic Bastiat 1801-1850
French economist, statesman, and author during the years just before -and immediately following - the Revolution of February 1848. (see http://bastiat.org/en/the_law.html)

-LuLu Scott (Lokey)

pretty is a point of view

2008-04-09T06:39:00.000-05:00

1
smile, look pretty, don't make a mess
keep your mouth shut
and put on a little yellow dress

2
i am not the kind of pretty
you automatically take under your wing
i am a galaxy under your skin
like a tattoo
strange and beautiful
and you
are a rattlesnake i hold between my teeth
delicately

lullaby

2008-04-08T19:33:00.000-05:00

last night a falling star
made a wish on you
right now a dreamer
is making all of me come true

we can turn the world around
if we could just turn ourselves
inside out

the walls come tumbling down

a hard fall
before my pride
left a heart full
and an empty mind

i told a little bird a secret you already knew

we lay our defenses gently down

we can turn the world around
if we could just turn ourselves
inside out

you can’t see
everything that you believe
i believe we’ve been blinded
by the things we think we need

i have no faith at all
i’m absolutely sure we’re all

just lost and reaching out
til we lay our defenses gently down
and the wall comes tumbling...

we can turn the world around
if we could just turn ourselves
inside out

melted

2008-04-08T19:32:00.000-05:00

i love snow
it covers every ugly with a little sugar coat

i love snow
i don’t even care how cold
it is

but it’s so hard being happy
when it runs from the sun

i love snow
i scoop it up and piddle all my sticky sweet all on it
it crunches as i munch it and it dribbles on my coat

i love snow

and
it eventually goes
away

eg0scream

2008-04-05T12:29:00.000-06:00

Saturday, April 05, 2008

eg0scream
Current mood: touched

i hate myself
i want to die
i want to stab me in the "I"

i don’t know
if i think
i just feel this way
and wonder
just to keep my brain busy

while I scream
and sing and live and bleed
so much we have of
so little we need

breakfast

2008-04-05T12:27:00.000-06:00

Saturday, April 05, 2008

breakfast
Current mood: overstimulated

too much
on my plate
i’m not that
hungry
i’m only
waiting
for that sweet sleep

a sunny afternoon reflecting
on whispers through gold
dancing on grass and my eyelashes

i prefer this feeling it’s easy
dreaming lazily of feasting it gets easier
to be not that
hungry

just give me something sweet

How to Talk to a War CriminalGreeting Rumsfeld in Taos by Jeff Conant

2007-05-01T18:37:00.000-05:00

It was one of those crisp, clear 50 degree winter days with hard-packed snow that makes Taos, New Mexico a world-class ski resort and brings a steady stream of celebrities to this remote mountain hamlet. I'd taken the morning off to ski with a friend from out of town and two of his kids. Our wives had planned to meet us for lhttp://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifunch at a restaurant at the base of the ski-hill, so when lunchtime came we glided in, unbuckled our skis, and headed in to eat. But before I entered, I was stopped in my tracks when, from the corner of my eye I noticed a familiar-looking white-haired and bespectacled old man sitting with two others at an outdoor table. Among those whose names are regularly invoked as testament to Taos's celebrity appeal is former Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, and indeed, here I was, face to face with Rummy himself. Knowing that the former Secretary of Defense frequented the Taos Ski Valley, I had fantasized this moment many times. To my good fortune I was surprisingly prepared to greet him...
JEFF CONANT
aka Beau RedBox, RingMaster
THURSDAY NIGHTS CultureJam
host,Zapatista Home Companero
on radio(fuckW!)NRK

jeff, you ignorant boor!

2007-05-01T18:32:00.000-05:00

Not all Taose-os are ‘ignorant boors’
I was upset recently when I read the Albuquerque Journal North article about the “icy treatment” Donald Rumsfeld has been subjected to at Taos Ski Valley by a couple of boorish, discourteous people. I became even more upset this morning when I read the five letters in the editorial page of the March 28 Journal North.
The writers don’t just chastise the rude characters who were responsible, but blame the entire town of Taos for a “lack of tolerance” saying Taos could “use some manners,” etc.
Taos is full of well-bred, decent citizens who don’t treat their fellow residents, part time or otherwise, in a rude or impolite manner such as the rantings of one Jeff Conant.
Who does he write for anyway? Please don’t categorize us all as ignorant boors.
Regardless of how one feels about a person, it is not proper nor civilized to insult them in public.
SADIE KNIGHT
El Prado

4/26/07 editionTaos News/Letters

2007-05-01T18:27:00.000-05:00

Mind Our Manners?
To quote Sadie Knight’s letter in the April 5 edition of
The Taos News: “Regardless of how one feels about a person, it is not proper nor civilized to insult them in public.”
Am I to glean from your letter that it is, in your opinion, “proper” and “civilized” to publicly dismiss the Constitution of the United States as well as the Geneva Convention, United Nations and majority (it’s true) wishes of the American people to condone, encourage and order marauding, pillaging, illegal incarceration and torture, and the deaths of hundreds of thousands (that we know of ) of innocent people — including “our own” for profit — what, as long as we say “please” and “thank you?”
ISABEL SCOTT
Ranchos de Taos

2007-04-03T16:12:00.000-05:00

DirecTV Dictatorship (now in four rooms of your home for FREE)!

2007-02-01T16:11:00.000-06:00

Newscasters seem so disappointed when impending cataclysms fail to be particularly, well, cataclysmic. It’s disturbingly hilarious. Reporters doing their damnedest trying to tart things up, saying: “... the expected DEVASTATION and narrowly escaped HORROR!”
How could mainstream media ratings ever top 9/11? The current fixation with child sex-crimes might spike the curve a little, but all that “in-depth,” “thought-provoking” coverage of psycho-social disturbance serves only as whitewash. Our collective guilt and shame find brief respite in a poignant, warm-fuzzy moment of “social consciousness.”
“We’re AWARE, and that makes a difference.”
“I’m BOTHERED, therefore I’m part of the solution.”
Glad you feel better, but that brand of “self-esteem” is for complacent narcissists addicted to milquetoast dipped in mediocrity. You know, “liberals,” “anarchist philosophers,” and other culturally impotent “radicals.”
Since Hurricane Katrina, we’re officially desensitized to disaster. The effects of Katrina were, as one reporter stated, “like a scene from a horror movie.” Brilliant journalism! So now life/death is more credibly beautiful/tragic when it resembles an illusion?
Reports out of New Orleans from real people were decidedly more visceral: “The 9th ward still don’t smell right.”
Talking heads mesmerized audiences with “sensitively” edited visuals of the “rising death toll” while “rotted, floating corpses” were described in graphic detail. House by house searches revealed elaborate tableaus of American family life that Norman Rockwell never imagined.
FCC, Board of Standards & Practices—don’t worry, you can show us the stacks of black bags coming back from Eye-Rack with dead kids in ’em now. This country’s so numb there’s no danger of any effective revolutionary movement. It won’t be the same mistake y’all made by broadcasting real-time bullets during the Vietnam war. That public was still paying attention. They hadn’t been appropriately prepared; they still cared about life.
In LBJ’s day, the puppet masters of mass consciousness went for that nationalist “guts and glory” rallying angle, for sure. It wasn’t a bad idea, just one whose time had not yet come. Well, not since about 1938, in Nazi Germany. But outraged consciences finally emerged from the coffee shop smoke screen and park bench consensus, facilitating the public’s scrutiny of our fledgling neo-fascist regime and ending a heinous, ill-considered, mismanaged travesty of a war.
Whoops!
Spin-doctors learned quickly from their little propaganda faux pas. Those “Beatnik” “hippie” “intellectuals” who demanded common sense, integrity, and accountability from their elected leaders hadn’t grown up playing gut-splattering video games for hours on end. A plethora of voyeuristic brain fodder, exponentially escalating shock “value” and sensationalism of “reality” TV was not yet the norm.
One small step and a giant leap later, in less than two generations, the media machine whetted a voracious American appetite for global domination, complete with an obnoxious attitude of self-righteous entitlement.
During the war in Vietnam, people watched reality on TV, not “reality TV.” They witnessed actual experiences of fellow human beings. Today, in an increasingly tumultuous and volatile climate, we’re “under constant threat” of nuclear annihilation, superflus, and environmental disasters of biblical proportion. As a result, we may have fattening rosters of congregations, support groups, ashrams, and motivational seminars, but let’s face it—we don’t really have fellow human beings anymore.
We have sense-surround home theater systems for the closest thing to reality. Sublimely ironic, since average citizens have lost most of their capacity for genuine experience. How can we expect to sympathize with the feelings of STRANGERS? We aren’t even aware of our own feelings.
Why not just show us the carnage in the streets of Fallujah?! Broadcast GI Joe barking with his boot heel on some rock-tossing kid’s neck. Zoom in on that frail little raisin of a grandma wailing her head off while you’re at it. What else is on besides BigBrother and SuperNanny?
Continue the feed. Make sure the advertisements are sexy. Sell the collective UNconsciousness to the highest bidder. Delight, tantalize, shock and awe us in our emotionally anesthetized isolation. Thrill our fried synapses and gauze the lens of our third eye!
What’s next from the media alphabet and Murdoch, who FOX with us the most?
“Survivor Appalachia?”
“B-List Celebrity Shotgun Roller Derby?”
I got it. “The Suicide Channel.”

“Informed, inactive people are just as useless as ignorant ones.”
—Andrew Vacchs, author/child advocate
Isabel Scott is a Taos resident, essayist and songwriter, damned sick of being a culturally impotent radical. She currently hosts a regular gathering of evolutionary revolutionaries intent on reclamation of individual and collective power through elemental and psychological alchemy. It’s deep, man, and usually pretty fun.
For more information contact:unitedspacetaos@yahoo.com.

Americans, not who we used to be.

2007-02-01T16:04:00.000-06:00

Americans are no longer considered rugged individuals, fearless pioneers, or even “free.” Thanks to the “ugly American” caricature, and the marauding tendencies of self-interested “leaders,” we are now famous worldwide as a society of whiny, angry, finger pointing victims. Lawsuits are preferable to accountability, and semantics equate tangible results. The fact is, as a nation, we’re embarrassingly over weight, under educated, and miserable in our excesses. When faced with the consequences of ignorance puritans are notoriously defensive.

Doesn’t it feel just a little dicey to be complaining about losing inalienable rights to an oppressive government while living in the shadow of the Pueblo and alongside people whose families were here long before we had a constitution to protect? How do “we the (rest of the) people” begin to reclaim our individual sovereignty and create solidarity? Just like that. Humbly acknowledge the difficult truths. Then, with heartfelt gratitude and a deep sigh at the irony of it all, we can pass the Thanksgiving turkey.

My ancestors were at war with each other. That doesn’t mean I have to be at war with myself. If we don’t choose to be at peace, free and bravely at home in our own skins, “visualizing” world peace is a ridiculous waste of time. Just as ridiculous as the idea that a government can provide anything that it doesn’t inherently possess, for instance, integrity, morality or personal security. Only “we the people” have the option to exercise those qualities on a momentary basis, one person at a time.

SUPERHERO RESCUES SELF

2007-02-01T15:53:00.000-06:00

The real Superman knows power is not brute force, willfulness or aggression. He knows power is not about having the loudest bark or the nastiest bite. Someone else's power isn't Kryptonite. In fact, there's no such thing as Kryptonite. The real Superman knows this.

True masculine power is in knowing; knowing who you are, what you want, where you're coming from, where you want to go, and how to accomplish your desires, right now. If you don't know, you find out, humbly, "by any means necessary." If you have no vision higher than a mundane cycle of work and stress relief, you are failing as author of your own experience. Your vision is a powerful and essential gift to offer the world, and the feminine. Both give their powerful gifts in absolute reflection of your intent. Know why you want what you want.

Power is discerning. Do you serve your vision by creating the vacuum which nature so abhors, so she can fill it? Are you clearing the field of anything that would impede growth; strengthening defenses against all that would prey on your peace? The stones and scavengers will often be your own thoughts. Discover the difference between thinking and knowing, opinion and insight, stagnation and stillness, personality and presence.

Power is active. Run to meet the challenges of the unconscious; experience the blissful release of an open heart and body in ecstatic surrender. Allow yourself to be immersed in a faithful certainty, surrounded by the guileless abandon of a life force that endlessly conspires to manifest your greatest potential. Take steps to get out of your own way.

Power initiates. Be fearless and forthcoming. The world responds to your power. Feminine strength catalyzes it. Focus your clarity and uninhibited desire. Follow through with integrity and imagination. Your creativity and willingness are all the resources you will ever need. Fill your coffers by emptying them freely.

Wildly, reverently, celebrate, claim and share your power, your wisdom, yourself. Your power is your soul, your shadow, philosopher's stone, and San'Grael. Know it cannot be lost or taken, only embraced or denied.

Now ask yourself if you know what you've been pretending not to know.
_______________________________________________________________________________

Just a Spoonful of Sugar…

2007-02-01T15:49:00.000-06:00

_____________________________________________________
My friend Leonardo from school has lots and lots of the biggest imagination ever. Sometimes his imaginations are a little scary and he won't stop jumping up and down or making zoom zoom noises for a long time. He is very funny and most of the kids are his friends even when he gets extra mad for a few seconds and then falls asleep in the middle of the playground. (he NEVER sleeps at nap time)

He does art during snack time, plays kamikaze pilot during story time, sleeps at recess and sings all during the teacher's good morning lesson plan time. He is smarter than anybody. He can always figure out new ways to build a fort or tell the same old story so it's never boring. He gets bad marks on his work papers because he writes backwards. He also writes secret messages with numbers but no one can read them except him and he says the messages are "topological maps of alternate dimensional realities" but I don't know what that is. Maybe it's something you learn in second grade.

Last week during parents' visit the teacher talked to his for a long time in private.
This week he had a special "desert" to eat that no one else got. It was a little yogurt cup with a funny label and we were all kind of mad that he got extra snacks and that he wasn't allowed to share.

For the past couple of days, Leonardo's imagination hasn't been so big. He sleeps really well at nap time. He started a new game during good morning time, and he plays it all day long. I think he calls it "chemical warfare". He took a sponge from the art cubby and the teacher gave him a little spray bottle. He cleans the underside of the tables and chairs really fast and when he finishes he starts all over again.

He hasn't been writing any secret messages. He doesn't sing anymore, unless you count that weird little quiet humming noise. I asked him if he wanted to build a fort or draw or something, but all he could do was stare at the underside of the chair and scrub away, saying " busy, busy, busy". It was kinda creepy. But it's worse sad. He doesn't care if the same old story is boring anymore. But the teacher is very pleased, because now, she says, we can all finally pay attention to it.

"Life is flowers, Love is water, God is good dirt." - LuLu, age 5

I Don't Care About Your Apathy

2007-02-01T13:39:00.000-06:00

Okay, are we clear about what fighting for democracy means? Is it freedom or moral justice for other countries while dismissing the needs of our own people? Yawn.
Old story, I'll move on. Allow me to modify the perspective. Screw the bleeding hearts. It's about power. We all know it. Keeping pedal to the metal on the foreFATHERS' WHITE-MANifestos, careening toward eugenic fruition at all costs! Okay, oil. Keep firmly revving the LandBruisers and plastic HumJobs. It's embarrassing; please don't affix vinyl sentiments any further left than Ted Nugent's on those behemoths.

The enemies faced as we "fight for our way of life?" - A ceaseless assault of 'terror' from 'foreigners', hating us cuz we're Christians with badass weapons 'n'sh*t? Nebulous threats of God (and apparently only Dick Cheney, BioMedtronics and Pat Robertson) knows what - on Americans, who exist in anything but genuinely United States?
Maybe, but once the world is "under control" in the name of "liberty", we gotta deal with domestic terrorism! Druggie ECO-Hippie GreenArchists gumming up the works. How are we supposed to get clean drinking water if not from melting glaciers? What's the big deal? Don't those environ-mental cases believe in evolution? Besides, polar bears and penguins will always be immortalized by Walt Disney Studios and popular zoological parks.

Do you know what really terrorizes this country? High School seniors who don't know why the Civil War began, where it was fought, or who won it.

Isabel Scott
Taos resident with the dubious distinction of being both a Daughter of the American Revolution and the Confederacy.
sistersofthesun@yahoo.com

PRI'MATERIA

2006-09-21T17:45:00.000-05:00

The new CD is ready!