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Troublemaker

Up2Me Radio

For some time, I have been trying to promote the idea that if Democrats want to communicate with our audio-dependent friends, we have talk to them. Which is probably why an ad for a new radio “station” showed up in my Facebook Feed. It is a very pretty ad for “Up2Me” and is completely empty of information. That is, it does not even hint where the station is to be found, nor what it is about.
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Primitives

Primitives are primates whose predatory instincts predominate. They survive in the genome because social support allows them to thrive. In a sense, we keep them as pets to lavish with care. We give; they take. It’s mutually beneficial, until it gets out of hand.

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Dylan’s Song

Twas a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul
Hush, little children. You’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’; they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m going to Woodstock; it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
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