In 1973, King Harvest recorded a fun song about Olcott Beach, NY - my hometown. '73 was the year I started first grade. The band was living in a hotel at the end of my street for a while, called The Olcott Inn. The Inn is gone, and I think King Harvest disappeared shortly after this song emerged. Wherever they are, hope they're doing well.
I'm going to Olcott Beach today, and staying the week. This is the song about where I came from.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Cheney, Bush & Scooter: "Justice? We don't need no steenkin' justice!"
The Three Amigos
Un.fucking.believable
Hello God? It's me, Mojopo. Listen, this Bush Administration has got to go. If You can find the time to pitch in, please have George Bush show up on teevee naked (except for a cowboy hat). It would be very helpful if You can get him to spread his ass cheeks, crap on the American flag and then wipe up the aftermath with some of those precious yellow ribbons. Yes - dear Jesus - I understand that Bush has already done this figuratively, but the nation needs to see the real thing before they will put him and his vice president to the curb.
Time's a-wastin', oh Lord. Good day, sir, and Amen.
Un.fucking.believable
Hello God? It's me, Mojopo. Listen, this Bush Administration has got to go. If You can find the time to pitch in, please have George Bush show up on teevee naked (except for a cowboy hat). It would be very helpful if You can get him to spread his ass cheeks, crap on the American flag and then wipe up the aftermath with some of those precious yellow ribbons. Yes - dear Jesus - I understand that Bush has already done this figuratively, but the nation needs to see the real thing before they will put him and his vice president to the curb.
Time's a-wastin', oh Lord. Good day, sir, and Amen.
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