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Monday, June 06, 2011
A Bang Not a
Whimper
If I have to say
goodbye, I prefer to do it thru the Stones.
Woody Allen versus the unkillable Jupiter of rock and roll.
Woody Allen versus the unkillable Jupiter of rock and roll.
BEFORE. It's June 6. D-Day. But I've turned it all over. So it's aaaallllllll turned over. What a relief. Tired of being responsible for what happens next. Last (second to last, third to last, etc) post. Forget D-Day. They died. I die too. Every day. Every goddammed day. But then again I'm not the cerebral InstaPunk or the homely CountryPunk. I'm just a rank barbarian, not going quietly into that good night. I have not subsided. I have been silenced -- in favor of supposedly more virulent voices. It may be true that I'm dilatory and inattentive, but Brizoni can't spell or define dilatory and he's not so much inattentive as AWOL He learned all his economics from Rand. Which means he hasn't a clue how to explain the guilt of Steve Jobs or Bill Gates, both of whom feel really really guilty. Awwww. I can't wait.
Something about a double-dip recession. Something you might not enjoy, oh you totalitarians. Oh, I forgot. Brizoni has his own totalitarians to worship. All named Ayn Rand. Sorry. Anti-totalitarians. Meaning they're totalitarians anti the anti's. Like have an MBA or suffer the fate of all committed anti-capitalists. Like Antonio Francisco. According to the literary evidence, he gave Dagny Taggart many fine orgasms. But there's no evidence Rand ever had a single one.
My second favorite
ever Stones song
Signed,
TruePunk sliding free and away....
P.S. I've been assured we'll get a "Detroit" post from Brizoni. We'll see. If not, we'll be back all hammer and tongs...
PPS. Yeah, it's still the anniversary of D-Day. Permit me to sneak in my awe and respect, regardless of the new age of ignorance.
ADDENDUM: Final thought. Much as I hate Harvard for its politics, I still love it for this. Sorry.
