FEDIT POLITICS Thread

that is how finksi would look if you remove his beard
and his facial hair too!

 

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Vki3uiC7MPc

REPENT

LEAVE BABYLON

YOU ARE IN A CULT

 

this what diablo look like w nothing to gossip about

 

i see we have a philosopher in our midst

 

tastes
that is what politics is kinda about
for instance i have no idea why that girl is famous for
other than she being one of those singers high school girls like
i know there is some 'thing' about here but i have no idea what it is
is she a gay or something?
i dont know but i just know she is very popular but i dont know if i have ever heard any of her music
or seen any of her shows
does she do movies/tv shows?
i dont even know
al i know is that she dresses like a middle schooler and dyes her hair blue or green or whatever
i dont watch television or use social media at all now for years so i have no idea what is running through yalls veins

tastes are about how we react to things and what things we react to
there is nothing most valuable about you than knowing what makes you click the like button
and everything related to your views like your reactions and opinions

that is how you are tasted
how your blood is tasted
by big data up in the cloud
collecting all of your tastes

buds, the socialists in the media see and know who you are everytime you expose yourself

old time religion is what it is
power dynamics never change
from the prince of persia
to the king of babylon

the moral of the story is dont talk to the snake
the more you talk to the snake
the more you expose your nakedness to the snake
and if you go around continually exposing yourself
you gonna come undone
in more ways than one

once that happens you gonna start to find yourself
having a little sympathy...
if you prove to be a man of wealth and taste
yikes!

i know i went off topic
but thats because your posted in the politics thread by accident maybe?
this was probably supposed to be for the off topic thread
so maybe i should change the subject

do you know what the jews were looking for when they discovered america?
the legends of the fountain of youth somewhere deep in the heart of the new world
the ladino Sephardim spied with their hundred eyes to where the book said the mana song would spring
the fountain of the people of myrrh the myrmidons known as the armor clad Antilles warriors of Achilles
where did the myrmidons get their vigor and their battle stances and their ever flowing fighting spirit?

from the fountain of youth
that they shared with the people of the Carib.
they drive the heartbeat that pumps the fountain
while the Scandinavians scaled heavens stairway
and together they put it all in cauldron of cumbiaya
everyone spit into that saucer full of secrets
milk from the north and honey from the south
to make the golden mead that only god can make

in the weather that is always heavenly good
near equation of equidistant equines of the equis kind
there the cradles rockin and the boulders rollin
where the heaviest led comes crashing down
only to rise like a fiery ring of fire
going where great men have gone before
into the annals of history

but not before a little taste of what makes knights of glory and beer drop the cold wars, comrade
dont forget why we all come to america in the first place
and since you already here
come on in
its not that deep
the waters great
take a sip

but first pick your potion...

 

yes, i can confirm this is true

 

But everyone still hears...'the brown acid was wonderful.'

– Mike Greenblatt

Mike Greenblatt, author of “Woodstock 50th Anniversary: Back to Yasgur’s Farm.”
Like the Paul Simon song, we set out to find our America. We wanted to meet other long-haired kids, like-minded souls who were also against the Vietnam War, for civil rights and women’s liberation, to wave our freak flag high. I bought a three-day ticket at the Last Straw, a head shop in Bloomfield, NJ, for $18, which we threw away because no one was there to collect it. My friend Neil and I drove up on Thursday afternoon with a tent, change of clothing, sandwiches, toothpaste, soap, a bag of pot, books –did we really think we were going to read at Woodstock? – which was left in the car when we were forced to abandon it.

We hitched a ride to the site in a VW Beetle with about 16 hippies like a clown car, who let us perch on the running board. The first thing we saw was that stage; where we were able to find a great spot right in front, communing with the people who started gathering. We played a game of Monopoly by flashlight. At that point, we had no idea about the cultural significance or the enormity of the situation. We had never done anything like this in our entire lives. I just kept getting stoned on OPD… other people’s dope. It wasn’t until I woke up Friday morning that I realized – and I’ll never forget it the rest of my life –there’s a guy next to me I’d never seen before, who offered me a hit of his joint. “Turn around, man” he said. So I did, and then I saw it… a vista of humanity. That’s when we realized… there was no getting back to the car.

The music was supposed to start at 9 in the morning, but Richie Havens didn’t go on until 5 p.m. The sound was incredible. People were still peaceful and enjoying the moment. We had no idea what was going on until Arlo Guthrie took the stage to inform us, “The New York State Thruway’s closed, man.”

Sunday got off to a beautiful, sunny start with Joe Cocker, but then the skies turned pitch black and the torrential rains began … That was when a lady came by with a loaf of bread and a hit of acid. I took it at the beginning of Cocker’s set, and then came the warning from the stage. Don’t take the brown acid. But I just had. As it turned out, the brown acid was wonderful. John Morris got on-stage and told everyone the music would resume after the storm let up. His voice, along with Chip Monck’s, really calmed our nerves. The brown acid saved me. Once that kicked in, it was like I wasn’t hungry anymore. I was tripping.

If Thursday, Friday and Saturday were idyllic, Sunday was a fucking nightmare. It wasn’t fun anymore. Neil had left to find a phone booth to call our moms. I was alone, the acid had kicked in, there was no music. The people around me weren’t very friendly at this point. I started freaking out, getting paranoid. Where’s Neil? Where’s the music? When is this damn rain going to stop? It was the best and worst weekend of my life. Neil eventually found me because I refused to leave the damn spot for fear of never finding him again. That’s where the concept of music and salvation comes in. As long as the music was playing, everything was alright. And that’s stayed with me until this day. By 2 a.m. we were cold and thirsty and here comes Blood, Sweat & Tears. We thought we were going to see Al Kooper; instead, it was David Clayton-Thomas and that stupid “Spinning Wheel.” That’s when we decided to leave. Fuck Jimi Hendrix. We’ve got to get out of here. We found our car thanks to the Christmas lights that were strung in the woods by Professor Langhart.

When I got home, my mother clutched me to her bosom and cried. Since then, I’ve done nothing my entire life but listen to music and tell people about it. I’ve written for the Aquarian Weekly and Goldmine, and just published my first book – on Woodstock – at 68.


Did I mention I sell books now.
Wanna buy a book from me.
I have them in every genre.
You could say im a subject expert.
I have a lot of subjects that I enjoy.
And for each one I have many books.
I am sure there is even a book just for you.
With your name written on it.
Just waiting for you to choose it.
You love doggies.
Think of used books as redeemed doggies from the lost and pound.
Except they dont need to go to the vet and they dont poop on the floor.
Yet you get to play with them and really get to know the heart of the author.
So buy book from me.
I give you good price.

Oh and I would have you know that I am a respectable member of my cities fine chamber of commerce.