Wild In The Streets by Garland Jeffreys. That song is such a banger, and is a piece of music history, the rest of his stuff is just standard music from the time.
There are so many layers of what the fuck going on with this. A veritable dagwood of blatantly wrong decisions over the course of decades, relentlessly stacked upon one another and pinned together with the twin toothpicks of true faith and true grift. This is the culmination of a soul destroying amount of failures.
“You gotta really grab it, don’t just look at it like a lemon. Doesn’t matter that this is my third trip today, this is a national security issue and you are obligated to keep us safe. That’s your job. Now, give it a tug, make sure it doesn’t pop off like a toupee! You need to get in there like a good handshake, make sure it’s the genuine article. I’ll be stopping back by on my way out, you can’t be too safe these days.”
Just so we are clear, tarring and feathering is an extremely violent act. I’m not arguing against it, but covering someone in molten tar is not non-violent in the slightest. I’m personally all for it.
You did nothing and you have no pragmatic alternatives. You’re nothing, why should ai consider your opinion on this? You’re showing a severe lack of comprehending reality from fantasy.
I’m going to actually choose to focus my ire towards the people actively committing genocide, releasing the gestapo on their own citizens, putting people into concentration camps, and actively eliminating my voting and civil rights. There is such thing as a lesser evil than what we now have, and I’m not going to blame them for the things the current evil is doing, regardless of how much I hate them both.
You’re advocating for more harm because your unrealistic ideals are simply unachievable and there is no such thing as a perfect candidate, especially in America as it currently stands. It’s wishful childish nonsense. Get a fucking grip.
“I’m not playing!” Doesn’t mean the game is canceled. It just means you prefer failure over compromise.
Was the book Ulrich Haarbürste's Novel of Roy Orbison in Clingfilm?