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Louder Than A Bomb (Sunday A.M. Punk Rock Gospel)

Posted in I heart hip hop, I Heart Holidays, Music & Life & Sundays, politics, punk rock, Republicans scare me, Spirituality & Religion, Sunday AM Punk Rock Gospel, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2010 by alphabetfiend

They claim we’re products from the bottom of hell cause the black is back and it’s bound to sell. Picture us coolin’ out on the Fourth of July and if you heard we were celebratin’, that’s a world wide lie. — Public Enemy

Thanks for tuning in to this special Fourth of July Edition of the Sunday A.M. Punk Rock Gospel.

‘Cause the D is for dangerous
You can come and get some of this
I teach and speak
So when its spoke, it’s no joke
The voice of choice
The place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble
The rhythm is the rebel

So many Sundays, the punk rock gospel has been about appreciating the beauty in life and not being a hater; having gratitude and gusto; forming questions and searching for answers. All good, all valid, but this week is different. This week is about noticing the disfunction (whether in friendships, family or government) and demanding more than disfunction. Speak up, sound the truth, use your voice to fight for what’s right. Make up your own mind regardless of outside pressure. This week I urge you to doubt when doubt is warranted.

This week’s punk rock gospel selection is “Louder Than A Bomb” by masters of dissent, Public Enemy.

Last week , in “Tryin To Make It Real Compared To What,” Les McCaan and Eddie Harris sang:

The President, he’s got his war
Folks don’t know just what it’s for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason

Damn. The more things change the more they stay the same. Lyrics written in the 1960’s ring true like they were written yesterday, or back when Bush was in office, or back when Bush’s daddy was in office. I wanted to address the redundancy of politics (and the resulting tragedy) in last Sunday’s Punk Rock Gospel (Tryin’ To Make It Real…) but a political rant hardly fit the emotional tenor of that post.

Still it stuck with me like a burr on a dog’s ball sack.

Now, in the wee hours of July 4th, I’m thinking about patriotism.

Have one doubt, they call it treason.

Ask one question and “the terrorists win.”

I get weary of the old refrain “If you don’t like it, leave.” (I’m so weary of it that I’m actually thinking about leaving. Life as an ex-pat may be just the thing.) A patriot is someone who loves their country and squawks when they see it headin’ off the rails, who believes in the freedom our forefathers fought for, who knows that freedom is not some hyped-up propaganda to be used against us by speech writers.

Never servin ’em well, ’cause I’m an un-Tom
It’s no secret at all
Cause I’m louder than a bomb

Today, as we celebrate the Fourth of July, on boats or in backyards, wearing flip-flops or setting off fire-crackers, flipping burgers or making vats of lemonade, let’s remember that part of loving this country is looking out for it. A patriot is someone who wants the very best for America, not just the same old same old status quo. Complacence and silence can be devastating. A human voice can be LOUDER THAN A BOMB. Don’t be afraid to light that fuse!

If speaking up makes you Public Enemy #1 then so be it. You’ll be in some fine company.

To hear “Louder Than A Bomb” as originally recorded on “It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back” (without the distraction of live footage)play this sucker.

If you wanna see footage of Public Enemy performing “Louder Than A Bomb” live, here’s a pretty great version culled from many not so great versions (with bad sound, bad shots or both.)

Peace out, patriots. I have an American Flag cake to bake — whipped cream icing with blueberries as stars and strawberries as stripes. Yum. Let them eat cake! Thanks for tuning in this 4th of July. I hope Public Enemy has inspired.

Let your rhythm be the rebel!!!

Louder Than A Bomb

This style seems wild
Wait before you treat me like a stepchild
Let me tell you why they got me on file
‘Cause I give you what you lack
Come right and exact
Our status is the saddest
So I care where you at black
And at home I got a call from Tony Rome
The FBI was tappin’ my telephone
I never live alone
I never walk alone
My posses always ready and they’re waitin’ in my zone
Although I live the life that of a resident
But I be knowin’ the scheme that of the president
Tappin’ my phone whose crews abused
I stand accused of doing harm
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
C’mon C’mon louder etc…

I am the rock hard trooper
To the bone, the bone, the bone
Full grown – consider me – stone
Once again and
I say it for you to know
The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo’
Your CIA, you see I ain’t kiddin’
Both King and X they got ridda’ both
A story untold, true, but unknown
Professor Griff knows…
“I ain’t no toast”
And not the braggin’ or boastin’ and plus
It ain’t no secret why they’re tappin’ my phone, although
I can’t keep it a secret
So I decided to kick it, yo
And yes it weighs a ton
I say it once again
I’m called the enemy – I’ll never be a friend
Of those with closed minds, don’t know I’m rapid
The way that I rap it
Is makin’ ’em tap it, yeah
Never servin ’em well, ’cause I’m an un-Tom
It’s no secret at all
Cause I’m louder than a bomb

Cold holdin’ the load
The burden breakin’ the mold
I ain’t lyin’ denyin’, ’cause they’re checkin’ my code
Am I buggin’ ’cause they’re buggin’ my phone – for information
No tellin’ who’s sellin’ out – power buildin’ the nation so…
Joinin’ the set, the point blank target
Every brothers inside – so least not, you forget, no
Takin’ the blame is not a waste, here taste
A bit of the song so you can never be wrong
Just a bit of advice, ’cause we be payin’ the price
‘Cause every brother mans life
Is like swingin’ the dice, right?
Here it is, once again this is
The brother to brother
The Terminator, the cutter

Goin’ on an’ on – leave alone the grown
Get it straight in ’88, an’ I’ll troop it to demonstrate
The posse always ready – 98 at 98
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity
Tappin’ my phone, they never leave me alone
I’m even lethal when I’m unarmed
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb

‘Cause the D is for dangerous
You can come and get some of this
I teach and speak
So when its spoke, it’s no joke
The voice of choice
The place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble
The rhythm is the rebel
Here’s a funky rhyme that they’re tappin’ on
Just thinkin’ I’m breakin’ the beats I’m rappin’ on
CIA FBI
All they tell us is lies
And when I say it they get alarmed
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb

*Atomic Tree available as a print.

Black Man In the White House! Finally.

Posted in politics with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2008 by alphabetfiend

I’m bouncing around the room!

I’m tearing up every five minutes.

It feels so damn good to see those barriers blown to bits.

barack-obama-bw

This is how change happens.

This is the world doing the right thing. It’s a human rights issue and it’s huge and beautiful and glorious and about damn time.

Mccain’s Mean Streak

Posted in politics with tags , , , , on November 3, 2008 by alphabetfiend

I’ve been working on this post about McCain’s notorious temper for weeks, slogging through all the information on the subject. The problem being that there are so many stories but yet the issue has been under-reported. I guess reporters don’t know how to sit down at their desks and type up a story that involves a war hero calling his drug-addled wife a cunt. Even though there were supposedly reporters who witnessed the story first hand. I think this speaks to a larger older issue in our country. When it comes to domestic abuse, we’ve been taught to “stay out of it.” It’s as if a husband knocking his wife into a wall falls under some sort of marital privacy clause. The same is true for child abuse. We’ve been culturally conditioned to look the other way, to let families work out their issues within the family. But this man is running for president. If he’s temper-prone and anger-led that is likely to become our problem.

With so many of us goingto cast our vote tomorrow I have decided to publish this as-is. Though still a clunky draft, there is info in here that is worth seeing especially if you are still wavering.

John McCain called his wife Cindy a “cunt” in front of aides and reporters during a 1992 campaign stop. This event was witnessed by 3 reporters and two aides of John McCain, Doug Cole and Wes Gullett. The oft-whispered story is recounted in Cliff Schecter’s book The Real McCain: Why Conservatives Don’t Trust Him and Why Independents Shouldn’t:

Three reporters from Arizona, on the condition of anonymity, also let me in on another incident involving McCain’s intemperateness. In his 1992 Senate bid, McCain was joined on the campaign trail by his wife, Cindy, as well as campaign aide Doug Cole and consultant Wes Gullett. At one point, Cindy playfully twirled McCain’s hair and said, “You’re getting a little thin up there.” McCain’s face reddened, and he responded, “At least I don’t plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt.” McCain’s excuse was that it had been a long day. If elected president of the United States, McCain would have many long days.

Marty Parrish, a baptist minister, was shook by the story of McCain’s unkindness towards his wife:

 “A guy who would call his wife a trollop and a c–t just because she had ruffled his hair in front of five guys is not only a jerk, but a dangerous hothead if he ever gets his finger on the button.”

So much so that he confronted John McCain during a townhall meeting:

“And since the mainstream media has decided to give McCain a free pass, I decided to stand up and, if they gave me an open mike, ask the question that the press refuses to touched. Our country is in a serious crisis after nearly eight years of Bush, and America appears to be oblivious to the danger this guy (McCain) poses to our country.

“There’s people here who don’t respect that kind of language, so I’ll move on to the next questioner in the back.”

This from the man whose called political foes a variety of names:

  1. “shitheads,”
  2. “assholes” 
  3. “a fucking jerk.”

Yet when he dismisses Parrish’s question for having inappropriate language, he is applauded by the “town hall.” It reminds me of going to the movies with my Grandpa. Gramps yanked us out of the theatre saying, “I don’t wanna hear no god-damned motherfuckin language like that, goddammit, on a nice fuckin Sunday afternoon with my goddamned little bastard grandkidsafter a nice sermon at church by that motherfucker cocksucker faggot of a pastor, he’s a butt-fucker, mark my words, and then you little heathens drag me to a movie with that kinda nasty nasty disgusting language. On a Sunday! Litte fuckers.” I tried to point out that the movie had only one f-you as compared to his foul tirade and I was a teenage bitch slut. That guy looks like he just stepped off a banana boat, yer fuckin him, I just know.  Awww. I get a little tear in my eye just remembering. (Despite his flaws, I still love my Grampa… but I wouldn’t vote for him for president! No matter how fun it might be to throw lavish parties at the White House.)

Kieth Dismore (Huffington Post) talked to Marty Parrish after he was escorted from McCain’s town hall meeting by Des Moines police and members of the Secret Service. He stood by his decision to question McCain’s “mental health.”

 We have a man whose temper can get the best of him. What I am worried about is his temper. Our country is in a serious crisis. This election is the most significant one since 1860. It appears America is asleep — so I stood up and asked the question.

I applaud Marty Parrish for having the courage to stand up and say “Hey! The Emperor is butt-ass naked!” We’ve all been discussing this issue of McCain’s mean-streak in hushed whispered tones as though it were town gossip and we’re naughty just for jabberin’. We see the emperor’s flaccid member and saggy butt cheeks and we shy away, embarrassed. But he’s the one who should be embarrassed. We’ve also given the man a free pass for all that he went through as a POW. If he’s nutty b/c of his military experience, I’m sorry and I feel for him but I don’t feel beholden to give him the keys to The White House. Many men lost limbs in Iraq but we didn’t give them Olympic medals. We gave the Olympic medals to the athletes who excelled at their respective sports.  McCain’s angry tirades and mean-spirited snarks go way back, long before he was a POW.

John McCain was nick-named “McNasty” by his fellow students in HIGHSCHOOL. While there was a category for “Most likely to become President” in their yearbook, McCain wasn’t even considered. He did place in the category of “Thinks He’s Hardest.”

“As a young man, I would respond aggressively and sometimes irresponsibly to anyone whom I perceived to have questioned my sense of honor and self-respect. Those responses often got me in a fair amount of trouble earlier in life.”

The Arizona senator acknowledged that some habits die hard — even if it’s been 50 years.

“In all candor, as an adult I’ve been known to forget occasionally the discretion expected of a person of my years and station when I believe I’ve been accorded a lack of respect I did not deserve,” McCain said.

(Nico Pitney as published in Huffington Post)

Ken Layne said on The Wonkette: “Even before he was a brain-damaged old psychopath, McCain was a mean, angry creep.”

In the Daily Beast, Michael Kinsley shares a worrisome story  about John McCain, as emailed to him by friend and colleague, Jeff Dearth (former publisher of the New Republic.) Apparently,  when Dearth and McCain attended a 2005 magazine industry conference at a casino hotel in Puerto Rico, Dearth was witness to McCain’s famous temper. Kinsley says of Dearth:

 “We went to junior high and high school together in Michigan. He would not make this up. Jeff Dearth is not an extreme partisan or an activist for either candidate. He supports Obama, in part because he is truly alarmed at the thought of the arrogant hothead he saw becoming president.” 

About that arrogant hothead: 

McCain’s game is craps. So is Jeff Dearth’s. Jeff was at the table when McCain showed up and happily made room for him. Apparently there is some kind of rule or tradition in craps that everyone’s hands are supposed to be above the table when the dice are about to be thrown. McCain—“very likely distracted by one of the many people who approached him that evening,” Jeff says charitably—apparently was violating this rule. A small middle-aged woman at the table, apparently a “regular,” reached out and pulled McCain’s arm away. I’ll let Jeff take over the story: “McCain immediately turned to the woman and said between clenched teeth: ‘DON’T TOUCH ME.’ The woman started to explain…McCain interrupted her: ‘DON’T TOUCH ME,’ he repeated viciously. The woman again tried to explain. ‘DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU’RE TALKING TO?’ McCain continued, his voice rising and his hands now raised in the ‘bring it on’ position. He was red-faced. By this time all the action at the table had stopped. I was completely shocked. McCain had totally lost it, and in the space of about ten seconds. ‘Sir, you must be courteous to the other players at the table,’ the pit boss said to McCain. “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? ASK ANYBODY AROUND HERE WHO I AM.”

This being Puerto Rico, the pit boss might not have known McCain. But the senator continued in full fury—“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU’RE TALKING TO? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?”—and crisis was avoided only when Jeff offered to change places and stand between McCain and the woman who had touched his arm.

Kinsley sums up his concern thusly:

What is bothersome about this story, if it’s true, is only partly the explosive anger. More, it’s the arrogance. At the craps table, who cares who he is? And there’s the recklessness of such a performance in a casino full of journalists (unless McCain absolutely couldn’t control himself, which is even scarier).

Scarier indeed. Not only does McCain have this “volcanic” temper we keep hearing about but he doesn’t much care who knows it. There’s that arrogance again. It’s as if McCain thinks that his military service/sacrifice ought to forgive any misbehavior. But McCain’s not the only one making excuses. 

  1. “is a fighter and has always been a fighter ” (McCain spokesman Dan Schnur, in 1999) Scott Thomsen
  2. “I’m not looking for someone who serves tea in white gloves. That’s not attractive in a president.” (State Superintendent Lisa Graham Keegan) Thomse

Knocking women into walls is not “positively passionate” or attractive in a president. Someone who can remain clear-headed and objective in times of crisis — that’s what we need.

Nick Juliano wrote (Raw Story)

So one can only imagine what would happen if McCain were to try to squeeze that temper into the tight confines of diplomacy.

 “Do I insult anybody or fly off the handle or anything like that? No, I don’t,” insisted McCain. There are many who beg to disagree.

I saw this is the comments section somewhere and I was glad to see it — finally someone else saying what I’ve been thinking. These behaviors are familiar to some of us and fit into a pattern that we recognize from our own families.

These disturbingreports about McCain’s temper makes me wonder if he has any domestic abuse in his history. Comingfrom an abusive family with terrible tempers I am extremely sensitive to people who behave this way and can not be around that level of anger without getting my stomach tied in knots. I guarantee that there is more to this story. It seems like many of the stories about his temper involve women. I’m surprised that nobody from his personal past has come forward. I love how calm and intelligent Obama is.

McCain said, ” If I lose my capacity for anger, then I shouldn’t be president of the United States.” Good. Then we are all in agreement.

Sarah Palin’s Haunted White House

Posted in SPOOKY KABUKI with tags , , , , , on October 24, 2008 by alphabetfiend

Whew! Thank Goof, the polls are lookin’ good because Palin’s Oval Office is CREEPY!

If you haven’t seen Palin’s Haunted White House yet, let SPOOKY KABUKI take you to the hallowed halls of “Ahhhhh! NO!”  Be sure to click on the door at least 3 times, also the globe, the curtains, the red phone. And, hey, what the hell is happening beneath that sofa cushion?

Sarah Palin: Her Stupidity Flows

Posted in politics with tags , , , , , , on October 12, 2008 by alphabetfiend

No Fey last night!

That ain’t right!

What were they thinking? It was the 33rd anniversary of SNL and people are watching again. The day begged for a killer episode but no.

Well, this oughta be good for a few sad giggles.

“What is there left to say? It’s an all you can eat dumb buffet.”

“Just because I can see the moon doesn’t make me an astronaut, you loon.”

Whose drunk after the debate?

Posted in politics, Rock & Roll, TV with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2008 by alphabetfiend
Folks bein' "out sick" tomorrow not gonna help the economy.

Folks bein' "out sick" tomorrow not gonna help the economy.

Were you knocking back shots every time someone said “taxes”?

Get thee to the ER!

A Joe Six-pack swig for every Palin “you betcha!” or “also”?

Uh oh.

A fiery gulp of whiskey for every call to “change”?

Don’t sleep on your back tonight.

For those of you too drunk to know,  Joe definitely did the best jaw job. “Overwhelmingly,” stresses the Robot Boy. Sarah Palin was hilarious once she got over her moose-in-the-headlights panic. I spy Tina Fey practicing in the mirror! God bless her. Her reward is in heaven. Quick question though, “Who the hell is Talibani?”

The laughs were wonderful gut busters but Biden won. Clearly.

In crossword puzzles, they call that a “ROUT.”

 

Alphabetfiend is Dia VanGunten — a writer & wanna-be circus freak living in Austin, Texas.

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