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JD's momma has more sack than Pence
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JD's momma has more sack than Pence
From Day 1, this whole thing already stunk like unwashed crackhead ass. Now it is positively reeking like necrotic sores on a tranq user's legs. So many glaring fuckups that saying it is not 'set up' is just denial at this point.
Johnny Rebel already pointed it out very clear over half a century ago:
KEEP A WORKIN' BIG JIM
Keep a-workin' Big Jim
You'll prove it by and by
Keep a-workin' Big Jim
Find out the reasons why
A few years ago, in the year of '63
A President was shot and he died
And the man accused of killing him was shot to death
Before he was even tried
Then the Warren Commission, made up of what should be the greatest lawmen of our time
Wrapped up the case, and said the assassination
Was the work of one warped mind
Keep a-workin' Big Jim
We hope you prove they're wrong
Keep a-workin' Big Jim
We're with you all day long
In a shorter time than it takes to solve a simple theft case
They said they solved the crime of our time
Oswald was the man, they said he worked it all alone
No one conspired with him to plan the crime
Big Jim Garrison, a lawyer from New Orleans
Didn't think the case was really solved
In his investigation, he's come up with a lot
He's gonna prove somebody else was involved
Keep a-workin' Big Jim
We wanna know the truth
Keep a-workin' Big Jim
The nation's watching you
Now wouldn't it be something if the Warren Report
Turned out to be just a lie
And one big man who was working all alone
Found the answers and the reasons why
And the so-called leaders of the government
Who won't try to help him win the fight
It seems they're more afraid that Jim will prove them wrong
Instead of hoping Big Jim's right
Keep a' workin Big Jim...
Big Jim - thanks for the reminder Blue Sky, some of us were too young to remember, others just haven't gone down the correct rabbit hole
Earling Carothers "Jim" Garrison was the District Attorney for the City of New Orleans, Louisiana from 1961 until 1973. He investigated and prosecuted Clay Shaw for conspiracy to assassinate President Kennedy and he was portrayed in Oliver Stone's film, JFK.
Papers of Jim Garrison
Background on the Papers of Jim Garrison List of Folder Titles in the Garrison Papers Background on the Jim Garrison Papers Earling Carothers "Jim" Garrison was the District Attorney for the City of New Orleans, Louisiana from 1961 until 1973. He investigated and prosecuted Clay Shaw for...
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I bet a wedding ring is the culprit!
This is the funniest fucking thing on here.I fell off the couch.
Old 70's lyrics as relevant now as it was then...
Ball Of Confusion - Temptations
People moving out, people moving in
Why, because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you sure can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I'll set you free
Rap on, brother, rap on
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation
Ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey, hey
The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky
The cities ablaze in the summer time
And oh, the beat goes on
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything
And the band played on
So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's headed, nobody knows
Oh, great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Just a ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey
Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas
And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation
And the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills
Hippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting, end the war
And the band played on
Great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Sayin' ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin', ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Ball of confusion
Ball Of Confusion - Temptations
People moving out, people moving in
Why, because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you sure can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I'll set you free
Rap on, brother, rap on
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation
Ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey, hey
The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky
The cities ablaze in the summer time
And oh, the beat goes on
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything
And the band played on
So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's headed, nobody knows
Oh, great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Just a ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey
Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas
And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation
And the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills
Hippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting, end the war
And the band played on
Great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Sayin' ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin', ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Ball of confusion
And a little FZ from the 60's....
"Trouble Every Day"
Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Wednesday I watched the riot
I seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn
And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Well, you can cool it, you can heat it
'Cause, baby, I don't need it
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a Brownie
And you'll see it all complete
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Hey, you know something, people?
I'm not black but there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white
Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched a mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them were white
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
'N all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV
And all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
No matter if it's black or white
Because he's out for blood tonight
You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many
Live to see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't amount to nothin' more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor
There's somethin' happenin' here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
A-tellin' me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
And nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speakin' their minds
A-gettin' so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singin' songs and a-carryin' signs
Mostly say, "Hooray for our side"
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life, it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line
The man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
We better stop, hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
We better stop, now, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
We better stop, children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
A-tellin' me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
And nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speakin' their minds
A-gettin' so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singin' songs and a-carryin' signs
Mostly say, "Hooray for our side"
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life, it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line
The man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
We better stop, hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
We better stop, now, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
We better stop, children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
[Verse 1]
Roll on thunder, shine on lightning
The days are long and the nights are frightenin'
Nothing matters anyway
And that's the hell of it
Winter comes and the winds blew colder
While some grew wiser, you just grew older
Well, you never listened anyway
And that's the hell of it
[Chorus]
Good for nothing, bad in bed
Nobody likes you and you're better off dead
Goodbye (Goodbye)
We've all come to say goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Born defeated, died in vain
Super-destructive, you were hooked on pain
And though your music lingers on
All of us are glad you're gone
[Bridge]
If I could live my life half as worthlessly as you
I'm convinced that I'd wind up burning too
[Verse 2]
Love yourself as you loved no other
Be no man's fool and be no man's brother
We're all born to die alone
You know, that's the hell of it
Life's a game where they're bound to beat you
And time's a trick it can turn to cheat you
And we only waste it anyway
And that's the hell of it
[Chorus]
Good for nothing, bad in bed
Nobody liked you and you're better off dead
Goodbye (Goodbye)
We've all come to say goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Born defeated, died in vain
Super-destructive, you were hooked on pain
And though your music lingers on
Well, all of us are glad you're gone
[Instrumental Outro]
Roll on thunder, shine on lightning
The days are long and the nights are frightenin'
Nothing matters anyway
And that's the hell of it
Winter comes and the winds blew colder
While some grew wiser, you just grew older
Well, you never listened anyway
And that's the hell of it
[Chorus]
Good for nothing, bad in bed
Nobody likes you and you're better off dead
Goodbye (Goodbye)
We've all come to say goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Born defeated, died in vain
Super-destructive, you were hooked on pain
And though your music lingers on
All of us are glad you're gone
[Bridge]
If I could live my life half as worthlessly as you
I'm convinced that I'd wind up burning too
[Verse 2]
Love yourself as you loved no other
Be no man's fool and be no man's brother
We're all born to die alone
You know, that's the hell of it
Life's a game where they're bound to beat you
And time's a trick it can turn to cheat you
And we only waste it anyway
And that's the hell of it
[Chorus]
Good for nothing, bad in bed
Nobody liked you and you're better off dead
Goodbye (Goodbye)
We've all come to say goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Born defeated, died in vain
Super-destructive, you were hooked on pain
And though your music lingers on
Well, all of us are glad you're gone
[Instrumental Outro]
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