The Stones’ elegy for Sixties innocence. My favorite tune by them.
jwmMarch 13, 2020, 4:58 PM
I hear this and see myself sticking a sawed of 12 gauge into the face of some vermin thug, and blowing his head off while escape through the burning city on my Harley with my awesome babe on the back fender hanging on to me for dear life.
Searching for toilet paper at Costco just doesn’t have the same exciting vibe.
JWM
ghostsniperMarch 13, 2020, 5:35 PM
Walk into Costco wearing a duster, stop inside the door and whip out a 12 ga and say, “Where my shit paper iz?”
Toilet paper my ass. I would not stand in line for ass wipe for a minute. These dumb fools should have saved their corncobs for re-purposing.
Big bucks in ass wipe at the local flee market. Offered at $15.00 per single roll. Sixty rolls in a large Costco pack offered at $1200.00 (high price to discourage hoarding).
How to make your precious ass wipe supply last longer: Cut each square into quarters and use one quarter square per dump.
Vote Biden and you’ll never have to worry about toilet paper again. Dead persons don’t wipe their ass.
Long live President Trump!
CallmelennieMarch 13, 2020, 9:59 PM
@Terry
We need to get this toilet paper thing under control. Otherwise, people are going to re learn why lefthandedness once had such a negative connotation
CallmelennieMarch 13, 2020, 10:12 PM
I remember watching the opening scene of Scorcese’s “The Departed” in a theater. This opening guitar riff to this song was playing in the background during a flashback-to-the-Sixties scene. And it was as if a key unlocked a entire room of memories of those times.
That is the greatest opening riff to a rock song EV-uh, if you ask me
NoriMarch 13, 2020, 10:47 PM
This, and “The Last Time”.
jwmMarch 14, 2020, 4:36 AM
Up early after a no sleep night again. The return of insomnia. God, I hate it.
Stores here in So Cal are stripped.
First it was TP & bottled water.
Then wipes, Lysol, and hand sanitizer.
Then Ramen noodles & canned goods.
I went out at 8:30 last night.
Meat: stripped
Potatoes: gone.
Rice, beans, pasta: gone.
Shit is getting serious with breath taking speed.
And it’s all TV generated panic. I still see fools on social media listening to msnbc, and cnn, and blaming it all on Trump.
And like so many folks, I listened to Remus, but put it off for another day. And I never did buy that gun. Got an old .22 bolt action that hasn’t been fired in my lifetime. Not much good.
Our stores here at home are small, maybe a weeks worth of food. Maybe.
The ferals and orcs are out there, too.
Remembering to pray, own the fear, and not let it turn to panic. I gotta be strong for my wife.
JWM
Dr. JayMarch 14, 2020, 4:36 AM
“Against stupidity, the gods themselves struggle in vain.” – Friedrich Schiller after shopping at his local Costco.
DennyMarch 14, 2020, 8:33 AM
“Toilet paper my ass”
The age that follows post modernism.
I nominate Terry for the win.
ghostsniperMarch 14, 2020, 1:19 PM
It’s the skinny fux hoarding all the shit paper cause I got it on good authority the fat fux can’t use it.
At least not for wiping their bloated anuses, they can’t reach em!
They shit, get in the shower, grab the shitter brush, scrub that rosebud, rinse, repeat as necessary.
“It’s all pipes!”
CallmelennieMarch 15, 2020, 2:58 PM
Hey Coach, I’ve worked “Gimme Shelter” into an entire Peopleskaraoke album side to include “Lay Off The White Cloud” (me), “19th Covid Meltdown”, “I Cant Get No Toilet Paper” (lyrics are stronger than the title)
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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The Stones’ elegy for Sixties innocence. My favorite tune by them.
I hear this and see myself sticking a sawed of 12 gauge into the face of some vermin thug, and blowing his head off while escape through the burning city on my Harley with my awesome babe on the back fender hanging on to me for dear life.
Searching for toilet paper at Costco just doesn’t have the same exciting vibe.
JWM
Walk into Costco wearing a duster, stop inside the door and whip out a 12 ga and say, “Where my shit paper iz?”
“It’s just a shot away.”
I’ll drink to that.
Toilet paper my ass. I would not stand in line for ass wipe for a minute. These dumb fools should have saved their corncobs for re-purposing.
Big bucks in ass wipe at the local flee market. Offered at $15.00 per single roll. Sixty rolls in a large Costco pack offered at $1200.00 (high price to discourage hoarding).
How to make your precious ass wipe supply last longer: Cut each square into quarters and use one quarter square per dump.
Vote Biden and you’ll never have to worry about toilet paper again. Dead persons don’t wipe their ass.
Long live President Trump!
@Terry
We need to get this toilet paper thing under control. Otherwise, people are going to re learn why lefthandedness once had such a negative connotation
I remember watching the opening scene of Scorcese’s “The Departed” in a theater. This opening guitar riff to this song was playing in the background during a flashback-to-the-Sixties scene. And it was as if a key unlocked a entire room of memories of those times.
That is the greatest opening riff to a rock song EV-uh, if you ask me
This, and “The Last Time”.
Up early after a no sleep night again. The return of insomnia. God, I hate it.
Stores here in So Cal are stripped.
First it was TP & bottled water.
Then wipes, Lysol, and hand sanitizer.
Then Ramen noodles & canned goods.
I went out at 8:30 last night.
Meat: stripped
Potatoes: gone.
Rice, beans, pasta: gone.
Shit is getting serious with breath taking speed.
And it’s all TV generated panic. I still see fools on social media listening to msnbc, and cnn, and blaming it all on Trump.
And like so many folks, I listened to Remus, but put it off for another day. And I never did buy that gun. Got an old .22 bolt action that hasn’t been fired in my lifetime. Not much good.
Our stores here at home are small, maybe a weeks worth of food. Maybe.
The ferals and orcs are out there, too.
Remembering to pray, own the fear, and not let it turn to panic. I gotta be strong for my wife.
JWM
“Against stupidity, the gods themselves struggle in vain.” – Friedrich Schiller after shopping at his local Costco.
“Toilet paper my ass”
The age that follows post modernism.
I nominate Terry for the win.
It’s the skinny fux hoarding all the shit paper cause I got it on good authority the fat fux can’t use it.
At least not for wiping their bloated anuses, they can’t reach em!
They shit, get in the shower, grab the shitter brush, scrub that rosebud, rinse, repeat as necessary.
“It’s all pipes!”
Hey Coach, I’ve worked “Gimme Shelter” into an entire Peopleskaraoke album side to include “Lay Off The White Cloud” (me), “19th Covid Meltdown”, “I Cant Get No Toilet Paper” (lyrics are stronger than the title)
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