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May. 18th, 2006 06:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
First off, very happy birthday wishes goin out to
nsingman
and now somenews articles passed along from the folks at ilovebacon.com.
Naked Woman drops through ceiling
West Boca Woman not to be disciplined over bikini team photos
and here's the picture. If I would of had any teacher that looked like that I might have paid attention in school!
"Strummin With The Devil" a Bluegrass Tribute to Van Halen, Featuring DLR
and now Thursday Rush,
"Witch Hunt"
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...
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and now somenews articles passed along from the folks at ilovebacon.com.
Naked Woman drops through ceiling
West Boca Woman not to be disciplined over bikini team photos
and here's the picture. If I would of had any teacher that looked like that I might have paid attention in school!
"Strummin With The Devil" a Bluegrass Tribute to Van Halen, Featuring DLR
and now Thursday Rush,
"Witch Hunt"
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...