“Conscience: the inner voice which warns us that someone may be looking.”
-- H. L. Mancken, “A Little Book in C Major” (1916)
Featuring: The Doors, Ski-Doos, Elvis Presley, Bonds Unchained, George Bedard and the Kingpins, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Janis Joplin, Sarah Palin and
the Man-Whores, Miles Davis, FUBAR, John McCain and the New Cadavers, Walrus, Hare Pye, Otis Redding, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The New Barbarians, Blind Faith, John Denver, Jim Croce (he’ll be letting the time out of that god damned bottle) and much much more!
Friends, you’ve all heard of Farm-Aid, the Concert for Bangladesh, and the Behnke Family Benefit, and these were all, of course, worthy causes, but the benefit to be held this February 31st eclipses all others in terms of urgency.
Imagine, dear friends, jumping off of the World Trade Center and not having your Golden Parachute open. Sound chilling? There’s more. Imagine taking trillions of dollars and squandering it on universal health insurance, education, and federal funding for rebuilding an aging infrastructure (the technical structures that support a society, such as roads, water supply, wastewater, power grids, etc.), thus providing jobs as a stimulus to the economy. Even more insidious is the thought of allowing noble companies like AIG Insurance Group to fold.
What? You say you’re uninsured. Well whose fault is that? Not the federal government. Get a job and quit the food stamps, instead of crying to the government for a handout. There’s an old Skandia saying: give a person a dollar and they’ll be rich for a day, teach them how to make money, and they’ll be rich for a lifetime. And lastly, imagine that most heinous of possibilities, wasting the trillions spent in the fight for our freedom, the war against terrorism, the war on those turbaned fanatics with their non-appealing, burka wearing, dung breathed, oppressed women, and spending it on domestic problems. Is that fucked up, or what? Imagine Osama bin Laden setting up camp in the Apostle islands, poisoning our pasties, and sheathing our women. Oh woe is us! What next, an Hijabs-R-Us outlet on M28? This war is about more than protecting Escanaba. This is a culture war. Can you imagine Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, and Sarah Palin photos absent cleavage? No tits to gawk at, no more Déjà vu bottomless, after hours, cunt oogling? Talk about sick.
Now do you understand why the bailout is so wise? Now do you understand why we need to call our representatives and tell them to ignore that itty bitty clause that stipulates no oversight and an unlimited ceiling on the funds to be used?
So come on out! See Macko in a duet with Janis, singing “Motor City King.” See the Walrus’ 45 minute version of “Season of the Witch.” See Elvis bring down the house covering Jethro Tull’s “Don’t Want to be a Fat Man.” See Janis croon her liver out doing Jimmy Rodgers “Sloppy Drunk.” Witness Jim Morrison’s stirring rendition of Jimmy Reed’s “Take Out some Insurance.” Marvel at Sarah and the Man-Whores over the top cover of Dylan’s “Just Like a Woman.” And finally, don’t miss The New Cadavers’ cover of Iggy’s “Bull Dozer.”
Where? Ground Zero, lower Manhattan. You know, the financial district. Recall that Governor Patacki of New York was very cautious about providing financial renumeration to workers who claimed health problems related to 9/11. I’m sure he’ll be much more generous in supporting the brave CEOs who’ve had to weather the Katrina on Wall Street.
Please support a noble cause, and attend this most worthy concert.
Sincerely – Hank “The Butcher” Kissinger
-- H. L. Mancken, “A Little Book in C Major” (1916)
Featuring: The Doors, Ski-Doos, Elvis Presley, Bonds Unchained, George Bedard and the Kingpins, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Janis Joplin, Sarah Palin and
the Man-Whores, Miles Davis, FUBAR, John McCain and the New Cadavers, Walrus, Hare Pye, Otis Redding, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The New Barbarians, Blind Faith, John Denver, Jim Croce (he’ll be letting the time out of that god damned bottle) and much much more!Friends, you’ve all heard of Farm-Aid, the Concert for Bangladesh, and the Behnke Family Benefit, and these were all, of course, worthy causes, but the benefit to be held this February 31st eclipses all others in terms of urgency.
Imagine, dear friends, jumping off of the World Trade Center and not having your Golden Parachute open. Sound chilling? There’s more. Imagine taking trillions of dollars and squandering it on universal health insurance, education, and federal funding for rebuilding an aging infrastructure (the technical structures that support a society, such as roads, water supply, wastewater, power grids, etc.), thus providing jobs as a stimulus to the economy. Even more insidious is the thought of allowing noble companies like AIG Insurance Group to fold.
What? You say you’re uninsured. Well whose fault is that? Not the federal government. Get a job and quit the food stamps, instead of crying to the government for a handout. There’s an old Skandia saying: give a person a dollar and they’ll be rich for a day, teach them how to make money, and they’ll be rich for a lifetime. And lastly, imagine that most heinous of possibilities, wasting the trillions spent in the fight for our freedom, the war against terrorism, the war on those turbaned fanatics with their non-appealing, burka wearing, dung breathed, oppressed women, and spending it on domestic problems. Is that fucked up, or what? Imagine Osama bin Laden setting up camp in the Apostle islands, poisoning our pasties, and sheathing our women. Oh woe is us! What next, an Hijabs-R-Us outlet on M28? This war is about more than protecting Escanaba. This is a culture war. Can you imagine Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, and Sarah Palin photos absent cleavage? No tits to gawk at, no more Déjà vu bottomless, after hours, cunt oogling? Talk about sick.
Now do you understand why the bailout is so wise? Now do you understand why we need to call our representatives and tell them to ignore that itty bitty clause that stipulates no oversight and an unlimited ceiling on the funds to be used?
So come on out! See Macko in a duet with Janis, singing “Motor City King.” See the Walrus’ 45 minute version of “Season of the Witch.” See Elvis bring down the house covering Jethro Tull’s “Don’t Want to be a Fat Man.” See Janis croon her liver out doing Jimmy Rodgers “Sloppy Drunk.” Witness Jim Morrison’s stirring rendition of Jimmy Reed’s “Take Out some Insurance.” Marvel at Sarah and the Man-Whores over the top cover of Dylan’s “Just Like a Woman.” And finally, don’t miss The New Cadavers’ cover of Iggy’s “Bull Dozer.”
Where? Ground Zero, lower Manhattan. You know, the financial district. Recall that Governor Patacki of New York was very cautious about providing financial renumeration to workers who claimed health problems related to 9/11. I’m sure he’ll be much more generous in supporting the brave CEOs who’ve had to weather the Katrina on Wall Street.
Please support a noble cause, and attend this most worthy concert.
Sincerely – Hank “The Butcher” Kissinger
1 comment:
Absolutely, we all need to be there. What would we do without our precious, kind-hearted, profit making, patriotic corporations. They care so much about America's citizens we can't let them fail. I believe in a free market whether it crushes the down-trodden or not. Don't forget the Pull Yourself Up by Own Bootstraps masquarade ball later in the year. This a matter of civic pride. Be there and show your support.
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Suzy B.
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