Just my feeble attempt to pay in my humble way… to try to pay proper tribute to the memory of a Great, Brave American Veteran…
Vid Cred: Dave Bing
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And! And! And!
I fucking HATE the Fucking Scrolling Lyrics! I have ears!
Almost ruins the vid!
Wonderful images in this video.
Goddamn shame the original poster/creator had to fuck them up.
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“Medgar Wiley Evers (July 2, 1925 – June 12, 1963) was an American civil rights activist in Mississippi, the state’s field secretary for the NAACP, and a World War II veteran who had served in the United States Army. He worked to overturn segregation at the University of Mississippi, end the segregation of public facilities, and expand opportunities for African Americans, which included the enforcement of voting rights.”
“Evers was assassinated in 1963 by Byron De La Beckwith, a member of the White Citizens’ Council in Jackson, Mississippi. This group was formed in 1954 in Mississippi to resist the integration of schools and civil rights activism. As a veteran, Evers was buried with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery. His murder and the resulting trials inspired civil rights protests; his life and these events inspired numerous works of art, music, and film. All-white juries failed to reach verdicts in the first two trials of Beckwith in the 1960s. He was convicted in 1994 in a new state trial based on new evidence.”
Text Credit: Wikipedia
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Cheers Y’all
Appreciate what a Wonderful, Rich, Sometimes Sad, Heritage We Share.
“Now you’re telling me You’re not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It’s all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust I’ve already paid.”
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I’ll get back to this
(Maybe)
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“This family hasn’t drawn a sober breath since The God-Damn Potato Famine!”
songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW, familiarly called the “Wobblies”).[2] A native Swedish speaker, he learned English during the early 1900s, while working various jobs from New York to San Francisco.[3]
Hill, an immigrant worker frequently facing unemployment and underemployment, became a popular songwriter and cartoonist for the union.
“Casey Jones—the Union Scab“, which express the harsh and combative life of itinerant workers, and call for workers to organize their efforts to improve working conditions.[5]
“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
(Ed. Note: This Post has kinda Gone off the Rails & morph’d into an Annie Lennox bit)
Sorry. Not Sorry.
Scroll Down
In most things Politic, I list heavily to Starboard. But at other times I list slightly to Port.
My Ship Never straddles
The ‘Safe’ Middle.
I am ‘Complicated.’ As are all ‘Thinking People.’
I am delirious with pain right now.
Ignore me. Wish I had some of the ‘good’ drugs…
Ed. Note: I know I have promised BOTH of My Faithful Readers to write some longer, better, substantial Shit, But This Screwed-up neck of mine, along with the accompanying pain makes it almost unbearable to bend over this ‘IBM Selectric’ Typewriter
C’est Moi!
for more than a few minutes at a time.
Now, returning to the subject meat of this matter,
“More Matter, Less Art.”
“Mad? Let us grant him then”
–Thank you Gertrude)
Was there a ‘subject’ ?? Oh Yeah. Right vs. Left Spy vs. Spy Yin vs. Yang Peas vs. Carrots Madness
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My Adventure in trying to get published:
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Footnote:
I forgot I had left a glass of wine in the ‘head’ (Navy parlance for ‘Bathroom’); now I have a platoon ofDrunk Gnats…
Joe Hill in here Somewhere–scroll the fu#k down Yeah, I am a f*cking Socialist” I Put Some work & Thought Into This Bitch. (Not Really) TM Blew Me Right The Fu^k Off.
If I Cannot Get ‘Published In Texas Monthly…
My Life is Devoid of Meaning and Porpoise
What’s it to ya? Wanna fight me? You will lose your body. And your life. And your wife, if you have one. I will take Everything You Have.”
And I won’t even look back.
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Here is some free advice:
Never fuck with a man who has nothing left to lose.
Why are Corporations so Fucking Stupid?
I wanted to submit an article for publish consideration.
‘To Texas Monthly.’
“Oh! Hell no!
Slow down Cowboy!
First we need your next of kin.
The name of your first born.
Your Social #
Your most recent wife’s bra size.
And about three thousand dollars.
You good with this?“
I thought about it for a minute, and then said,
“Sure; Seems reasonable.”
‘OK. Good. Now you need to create an account.’
‘Sure. I can do that.’
“Please enter your password.”
“Don’t have one yet.
Precisely why I called you.”
“Please re-enter your password.”“
“Don’t have one yet. This is Me! Trying to create a new account!”“
“Password FAIL! “
“You are now locked out of this web-site for the-rest-of-your natural life! “
“Now you’re telling me You’re not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It’s all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust I’ve already paid.”
*****
I’ll get back to this
(Maybe)
****
“This family hasn’t drawn a sober breath since The God-Damn Potato Famine!”
Joe Hill (October 7, 1879 – November 19, 1915), born Joel Emmanuel Hägglund and also known as Joseph Hillström,[1] was a Swedish-Americanlabor activist, songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW, familiarly called the “Wobblies”).[2] A native Swedish speaker, he learned English during the early 1900s, while working various jobs from New York to San Francisco.[3] Hill, an immigrant worker frequently facing unemployment and underemployment, became a popular songwriter and cartoonist for the union.
“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
(Ed. Note: This Post has kinda Gone off the Rails & morph’d into an Annie Lennox bit)
Sorry. Not Sorry.
Scroll Down
In most things Politic, I list heavily to Starboard. But at other times I list slightly to Port.
My Ship Never straddles
The ‘Safe’ Middle.
I am ‘Complicated.’ As are all ‘Thinking People.’
I am delirious with pain right now.
Ignore me. Wish I had some of the ‘good’ drugs…
Ed. Note: I know I have promised BOTH of My Faithful Readers to write some longer, better, substantial Shit, But This Screwed-up neck of mine, along with the accompanying pain makes it almost unbearable to bend over this ‘IBM Selectric’ Typewriter
C’est Moi!
for more than a few minutes at a time.
Now, returning to the subject meat of this matter,
(“More Matter, Less Art.”–Thank you Gertrude)
Was there a ‘subject’ ?? Oh Yeah. Right vs. Left Spy vs. Spy Yin vs. Yang Peas vs. Carrots Madness
*****
My Adventure in trying to get published:
****
Footnote:
I forgot I had left a glass of wine in the ‘head’ (Navy parlance for ‘Bathroom’); now I have a platoon ofDrunk Gnats…
“Now you’re telling me You’re not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It’s all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust I’ve already paid.”
*****
I’ll get back to this
(Maybe)
****
“This family hasn’t drawn a sober breath since The God-Damn Potato Famine!”
Joe Hill (October 7, 1879 – November 19, 1915), born Joel Emmanuel Hägglund and also known as Joseph Hillström,[1] was a Swedish-Americanlabor activist, songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW, familiarly called the “Wobblies”).[2] A native Swedish speaker, he learned English during the early 1900s, while working various jobs from New York to San Francisco.[3] Hill, an immigrant worker frequently facing unemployment and underemployment, became a popular songwriter and cartoonist for the union. His most famous songs include “The Preacher and the Slave” (in which he coined the phrase “pie in the sky“),[4] “The Tramp“, “There Is Power in a Union“, “The Rebel Girl“, and “Casey Jones—the Union Scab“, which express the harsh and combative life of itinerant workers, and call for workers to organize their efforts to improve working conditions.[5]
