SOPA . . .
by bookindian
SOPA . . . WTF??!
I blacked-out my blogs for 12 hours . . . I hope that Facebook and Twitter understand the implications underlying SOPA . . .
Have you seen the movie with Marky Mark (Mark Wahlbeg), where he plays a sniper who gets fucked over by Big Brother ??
Well, take heed my brethren . . . cos near the end of the flic . . . where the SENATOR makes a statement about the “haves” and the “have-nots” . . . that’s what SOPA and it’s little brother are all about . . . the lifers in Washington and their corporate friends, Disney, Sony, the MOVIE industry . . . they are are feeling the heat . . . Janet Jackson has more than enough $$$ . . . so stop paying her to make commercials . . . show us more pics of her nipple armor . . .
I BUY my music and vids . . . I’m 67 years old . . .
Hey, let’s go fuck up China . . . send in a SEAL team or two, and terrorize the pirate motherfuckers!!
Facebook’s got no balls . . . What’s up,with Twitter?? . . . same as fucking Facebook . . . NO FUCKING BALLS . . .
Time for the masses to rise up and get rid of all the Sad Old Political Assholes . . . remember . . . the senators et al are not going to suffer . . . they are the “HAVES” . . . and just like the ducks on Wall Street clapping and ringing the bell . . . THEY DON’T CARE!!
I’m no believer in Islam, but Mohamed was supposed to have made a statement about words, something to the effect “. . . that the best language was the one that could be understood.“
So . . . stop the fucking rhetoric and vote the HAVES out of their comfortable holes . . .
Don’t buy Kindle books cos they’re crap . . . 3D movies suck . . . Disney . . . sucks . . .
And who gives a rat’ s ass about bloodsucking VAMPIRES and werewolves . . . W-H-A-T THA FUCK!!
Like the man said . . . “America has gone from barbarism (arrival of the Europeans) to decadence without creating a culture . . .” (no, it wasn’t Abe Lincoln)
Stop listening to all the crap-ola about God bless America cos that’s all it is . . . bullshit . . . we used to sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” during the “seventh-inning-stretch” . . . but NOW some sorry-ass somebody gets out on the field and stumbles . . . mumbles . . . through “God Bless the HAVES” . . .
Did you ever watch the movie “Black Sunday” ?? . . . watch it sports fans . . . shows where America’s priorities are . . .
Stop whining about floods and tornados . . . they’re a fact of life . . . get on with it . . . Move OUT of the floodplain!!
. . . there is no “American Dream” unless it’s endless beer, a Raiders cap or jacket . . . a broad with big tits, killer weed, “tribal” tats, and a truck with lifts so high, that you HAVE to use a fucking grappling hook to climb in . . . that’s it . . . AND . . . what you are saying is, “Let the senators, representatives and Wall Street (banks) run the cuntry . . . “
I gotta take a leak . . .
Wish I’d seen bookindian black out page- thought WordPress had blacked out. The wikipedia page was a nice one, too.
Good discussion on Pacifica, Democracy, Now!:
http://www.democracynow.org/2012/1/19/sopa_anti_piracy_or_censorship_wikipedias
. . . you had a choice, the Freshly Pressed page was dark . . .
I’ve been told that the gods have quite a bit of warning before they begin their death process. That in itself– tormenting, but the dying itself is torturous and takes a very long time. It’s said that their cries of pain and anguish can be heard throughout the realms and the scent of decay sends everyone to prayer that it will end soon; if not to prayer then to pragmatics. Gods live a long time; as their lifespan, so their deathspan.
Those gods, however they suffer, are far more fortunate than the ones who haven’t faced the knell, the figure heads who hold up the destructive beliefs that hover over the ones not in god realm. The death of these is the sack of horrors hanging off their nimble brains, to be lived lie by lie as the colony slides toward the ocean slope, muddy with shit and blood and terror. The big fear and big brother: front and back, ea?
I liked your content, so I’m working on a poema based on your words . . .