The pinko-commie-PC-capitalist hatin thr ead

“Here ya go spock - you can spew your propaganda here.”

“One thing you can say for Spock: he is obviously not PC.”

“I am just so glad Spock decided to vent.

It took the heat off me.”

“Someone's got to be the Devil's advocate!”

“I take great joy in spock's words. It's what our freedoms are all about. Being able to say what we want, when we want. I may not agree with the content but the medium is good.”

“Shaddup, Nigal! Keep your stinking comments to yourself!”

“Spock does raise some valid points. There IS quite a bit wrong in society; there are many things that could be rectified by changes in laws, There are many more that could be rectified by education and changes in attitude - a lot harder to pull off.

Other than standing on the top of a lot of tall mountains, has the guy ever found anything POSITIVE about the world?

He seems to have plenty of time to vent his anger at the system. I wonder how much time he actually spends doing anything about it.

I was a muckraker myself back in the "radical" 60's; loved to bitch about the "system" and it's ills. But I discovered that by doing a little more than carrying on night and day, one could actually change some things and make a difference. I've worked with inner city kids and scout groups, gotten involved in local government, sued my Board of Selectmen for violating other people's rights, donated time and money to causes I believe in, became a volunteer firefighter.

Talk is cheap, Mr. Spock. None of your gripes are going to be addressed by venting your anger - if, indeed, it is anger; for all I know you just may like to throw matches at gasoline to see what happens - at a bunch of people who just want to have fun in the woods. You really ought to find a few sites where you can actually address some of the people that are responsible for both the problems and the solutions. You really ought to get involved with groups that are effecting change.

But please, don't move to MA - the state that outlawed strike-anywhere matches for our own good. We already have enough knee-jerk blame-somebody-and-pass-a-law types. Try buying a gun or even lighting a cgarette here!

Gotta run. Much to do before the hike.”

“amen to that, steiny.”

“PC's rule, you just don't know how to use them.”

“Beam me up Scotty, but you can do whatever you want with Spock.”

“I would bet that defining PC is beyond most people. I don't even know why folks still use the term. The left and the right have their own versions of PC, as I see it.”

“AFL = AbsoFreakinLutely”

“I've been waiting a long time for MA to outlaw knives. But I guess it will just be box-cutters.

TownDawg is still a commie.”

“Cinnamon is a communist plot designed to soften the minds and wills of the American populous.”

“Thanks SMAACMS... now I finally understand the full meaning and purpose of that seductive and subversive song "Cinnamon Girl" (by Seal and Croft???).”

“neil young sang cinnamon girl

I wanna live with a Cinammon girl,
I could be happy the rest of my life
with a cinnamon girl ...etc”

“Neil Young with Crazy Horse, flyguy. That's a great one.

Let's see, we've got pedx, and kleetn. Knew they couldn't resist this thread. Where's Tom T and Naviguesser? You guys need to come out of the closet and declare, "I'm pink and proud!"”

“I shoulds known not to guess (and revela the depth of my ignorance)...

Gee Arc boy.. what color does this make you?”

“I'm a white boy, ped.”

“I've been in trouble since I don't know when
I'm in trouble now and I know somehow I'll find trouble again

I'm a loner I always sleep alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone

Cause I'm a dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy

Rock on, arclite!”

“Hey, kleetn, I am not dirty. I took a long shower after I saw you last.”

“"...you don't know what it feels like

to be male
middle class
and white

I'm King of the Suburbs, oh yah!"

Real men aren't afraid of pink.”

“White boys are so pretty, skin as smooth as milk.
White boys are so pre-e-etty, hair like Chinese silk.
White boys give me goosebumps, white boys give me chills.
When they touch my sho-o-ulder, that's the touch that kills.

My mother calls them lilies, I call them picadillies.
My daddy warns me stay away.
But I say come out and play-ay-ay-ay.

White boys are so groovy (Tell me 'bout those groovy white boys!)
White boys are so tough. (Oh, tell me 'bout those tough white boys!)
Ev'ry time they're nee-ee-ear me, just can't get enough.

White boys are so groovy (Tell me 'bout those groovy white boys!)
White boys are so sweet. (Oh, those sweet white boys!)
White boys drive me cra-a--azy (Where do they drive you?)
Drive me indiscreet.

White boys are so sexy (Tell me about that sex!)
Legs so long and lean.
I love those sprayed-on trou-ou-ousers, love the love machine.
My brother calls 'em rubble, they're my kind of trouble.
My daddy warns me, "No, no, no."
But I say white boys go, go, go, go.

White boys are so lovely, beautiful as girls.
Love to run my fi-i--ingers and toes through all their curls,
And toes through all their curls (white, white, white)
And toes through all their curls (white, white, white)
And toes through all their curls...


Now, who can identify THAT one???”

“You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool
But he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue
And he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial

So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
So do that brand new thing

He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube
So he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass

Now he's getting a tattoo
He's gettin' ink done
He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'
Friends say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite hip
But in his own mind
He's the dopest trip

So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabes
The world loves wannabes
So let's get some more wannabes
And do that brand new thing”

“HAIR, right Fly?

Howz about:

Three guys pass me by all in white t shirts
They're in a sixty three super sort and they don't like my looks
I'm in the middle of Brooklyn I can't see no escape'
They say the south is a bummer
But this isn't so great

Ain't life a blast
So low down middle class
From the day you're born you know you'll never kiss ass
White middle class blues

Now I'm sitting down to diner there's so much food on your table
You can throw away your vegetables you can eat till you're not able
And you veins fill with butter and the blood won't flow through them
And your kid ODs on goof balls and gives the finger to you”

“White Middle Class Blues

Wow! You guys have great memories and plenty of time to type. Pretty good for old folks!”

“I agree with Ped Xing, White Boys was in the musical Hair, which I saw in L.A. about 1970.”

“Gooooo Brooklyn!”