God save the King
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb
God save the King
He ain’t no human being
There is no future
In America’s dreaming
Don’t be told what you want
Don’t be told what you need
There’s no future for you
God save the King
We mean it man
We love our King
God saves
God save the King
‘Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what he seems
Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid
When there’s no future
How can there be sin
We’re the flowers in the dustbin
We’re the poison in your human machine
We’re the future, your future
God save the King
We mean it man
And there is no future
In America’s dreaming
No future for you
No future for me
I sorta borrowed from John Lydon.
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We found these flowers at Staigue Fort in Kerry, Ireland. This is one of the oldest forts in Ireland, but the tiniest flowers hanging upside down took the day.
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Defeat and Disaster!
When I first met Mope, I thought that the best way to woo her was by putting together collages of people and places that were familiar to us. Using Adobe, I would put in layers to draw over most everything and put in funny little phrases that made us laugh. I believe that this is the only one of those images that remains. The others died on the hard drives of computers I owned 6 years ago.
Degradation and Dismay!
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Let me introduce my son Mknz, Bartender Jr. He is an aspiring bartender who has learned how to make a proper bone dry gin martini, the bloody mary, and the tequila sunrise. His next mission is a margarita. I believe that bar tending skills are good in both college and as a fallback job. No joke!
I have edited my previous post (from Thursday) and marked it private. It was getting too many hits from peculiar websites, so I removed it. Even though I am part of the big government conspiracy against the American people, I felt that it would not be good to continue with that information on my blog.
It’s Saturday, the weather is cool with intermittent light rain. I transplanted my biggest tobacco plant into a large pot and several more are ready to go into the garden out front. It’s a bit of an experiment to see what will bloom, how big they will grow, and if any can be cured for smoking.
Bon weekend, everyone!
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This is a Rosser portrait painted long ago. I think it was painted before I was born. That makes it antique.
I’ve always loved it, but so far I haven’t met anyone who appreciates it like I do. Maybe that’s why since I stole it from Mom, no one has tried to take it from me!
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Quote of the Month:
“Would *I* (as a non-stockholder in Fannie/Freddy) have seen any of the
profits if the housing bubble *hadn’t* detonated? Of course not. So
why the fuck should *I* have to pay now that it has?” -Adam Thornton.
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