Love You Like Cash Money PJW, And I Do Realize You Have Bills to Pay, But Honestly! Ninety Seconds Of Commercial To Peddle Snake-Oil In The Middle of Your Post?
Really?
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‘REAL REASON’
Credit: Paul Joseph Watson
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Bonus!
Broadcast News (1987) Trailer #1
Fun, Irrelevant Fact: My Second Wife,
(That/My Shakespearean Professor)
And I Used To Talk On The Telephone—Every Sunday Morning
Long After We Were Divorced
And We Talked About EVERYTHING:
Our ‘Currant’ Love-Affairs, Politics, Our Brief & Semi-Stormy Marriage, Price of Tea in China–Everything
Simply because, “An uneducated proletariat is a danger to freedom.”
That is My Lance Quote; I just made it up. But, Goddamn it! I do believe it.
“Aw Shit! Lance dun gone Commie on us!. Git a rope!”
Not at all. Nope. Cool yer Heels Cowboy! Lance just knows something has gone horribly wrong…with His Texas, and more importantly, with His America. It used to be His America.
Now, it seems. It ain’t.
*End of Rant*
If you have come thus far…
Well; you are a Commie!
(Just kidding)
And of course…My National Anthem:
Just for Multi-Media Attention:
If You don’t want to stand in-line…well… REFORM
(If Y’all don’t catch my drift… well then:
I am writing with no ink in my virtual pen.
And the line forms to the right.
Get in-line!
And have fun.
And y’all thought I was bull-shitting when I posted a previous Rant:
I just recently completed a Mark Twain Marathon, by Ken Burns.
“Good for you, Lance Marcom; we are happy you are soooo.. much into (Our) American History…”
I wanted such a telegram, but, alas, there are no telegrams today.
So, it may seem I was born too late…
For such Liberty.
No matter.
WE, We, WE can forge our own liberty, in that same same spirit.
If we have the wherewithal.
Alas, I fear we have not.
We have the Constitution; we have The Law of Our Land; we have Our Precedent…
Alas, we have not the will
The Will, we lack . Today .
This was to be… a simple American Call to Arms.
Alas, I do not know if I am young enuff to muster:
My time has long since past.
I have not the passion to fight yet another war.
Lord knows (and that is a metaphor) I have NOT the will, nor the strength to fight such a war, yet, I am there, in spirit. I would gladly die for MY Country: My long lost America.
Rebel? Most Certainly.
Rebellious against my country?
Never
Therein lies that dilemma,
Not I! For I am too old, and this kind of business falls to younger men
BUT, when I see the masses, the masses, in squalor, I get pissed.
Really pissed.
When CEO’s in this country make ten thousand times more than the workers…
Well, it upsets me.
(any geographical or grammatical errors are surely mine. I do apologize)
These opinions are solely mine own.
Yet, I welcome our modern-day NSA to come knock on MY DOOR.
I certainly do.
Now…
I can finally be sated (for now)
And…I am gonna continue with this for some few weeks, until I give up…
But, Y’all know, when I get unto a ‘kick’ I hang on.
So…we shall see.
–Lance Out
Wow Lance! THAT was some long-winded RANT!
heheheheh
No Worries: Nobody Read it but The NSA of the USA.
Shit! This needs to be placed further down, but WordPress is Fukking Stupid. So I am forced to place it here:
Git a Rope
“Cocksucker”
“Two Four Letter Words And A Preposition”
lmfao
P.S., the Fonts in this post ar’ all fucked up. I’m too lazy to fix them. I hope yu can read. If’n Ya wanna….PPS This Post is Rather ZObnoxious and Insulting. If Your Skin Be Thin, Don’t Read It. Just go somewhere else.
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Judge Aaron Albamiser& Lenny Bruce: “Thick Fingers and a Homemade Glass Eye.” “A Red-Headed Junk-yard Jew.”
–Lenny
He Said “Blah Blah Blah”
Friends, Romans, (Progressive Texans) & Others:
(Don’t some of Y’all hate to be classified as ‘Others’?
Smacks of Intellectual Racism to me, but that’s just me.)
Don’t you fain to disclaim?
Me no Alamo!
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How the fuck does it feel?
To be on the long side of the short fence?
For Real?
Lend Me Your Beers!
(And yer FB password. Trust Me. I’m with the Government.)
Here is your (once again belated) Daily Lenny:
And Thanks for Listening, wherever you are.
And now I am gonna step out on a limb and say this:
I am with my Brothers and Sisters in the Ukraine.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
(And I do not speak that flippantly; I mean it. The whole world is watching)
Oh, and thanks for listening (Did I say that already?)
Well hell! Appreciation can never be over-played (if it is sincere)
In this case, rest assur’d it is (“Hey Madge?! Did he mean ‘over-played’ or ‘sincere’? Can never get a ‘read’ on this schmuck.”)
Cheers to all.
And if you’d get a kick reading/hearing more about it, go here:
Simply because, “An uneducated proletariat is a danger to freedom.”
That is My Lance Quote; I just made it up. But, Goddamn it! I do believe it.
“Aw Shit! Lance dun gone Commie on us!. Git a rope!”
Not at all. Nope. Cool yer Heels Cowboy! Lance just knows something has gone horribly wrong…with His Texas, and more importantly, with His America. It used to be His America.
Now, it seems. It ain’t.
*End of Rant*
If you have come thus far…
Well; you are a Commie!
(Just kidding)
And of course…My National Anthem:
Just for Multi-Media Attention:
If You don’t want to stand in-line…well… REFORM
(If Y’all don’t catch my drift… well then:
I am writing with no ink in my virtual pen.
And the line forms to the right.
Get in-line!
And have fun.
And y’all thought I was bull-shitting when I posted a previous Rant:
I just recently completed a Mark Twain Marathon, by Ken Burns.
“Good for you, Lance Marcom; we are happy you are soooo.. much into (Our) American History…”
I wanted such a telegram, but, alas, there are no telegrams today.
So, it may seem I was born too late…
For such Liberty.
No matter.
WE, We, WE can forge our own liberty, in that same same spirit.
If we have the wherewithal.
Alas, I fear we have not.
We have the Constitution; we have The Law of Our Land; we have Our Precedent…
Alas, we have not the will
The Will, we lack . Today .
This was to be… a simple American Call to Arms.
Alas, I do not know if I am young enuff to muster:
My time has long since past.
I have not the passion to fight yet another war.
Lord knows (and that is a metaphor) I have NOT the will, nor the strength to fight such a war, yet, I am there, in spirit. I would gladly die for MY Country: My long lost America.
Rebel? Most Certainly.
Rebellious against my country?
Never
Therein lies that dilemma,
Not I! For I am too old, and this kind of business falls to younger men
BUT, when I see the masses, the masses, in squalor, I get pissed.
Really pissed.
When CEO’s in this country make ten thousand times more than the workers…
Well, it upsets me.
(any geographical or grammatical errors are surely mine. I do apologize)
These opinions are solely mine own.
Yet, I welcome our modern-day NSA to come knock on MY DOOR.
I certainly do.
Now…
I can finally be sated (for now)
And…I am gonna continue with this for some few weeks, until I give up…
But, Y’all know, when I get unto a ‘kick’ I hang on.
So…we shall see.
–Lance Out
Wow Lance! THAT was some long-winded RANT!
heheheheh
No Worries: Nobody Read it but The NSA of the USA.
Simply because, “An uneducated proletariat is a danger to freedom.”
That is My Lance Quote; I just made it up. But, Goddamn it! I do believe it.
“Aw Shit! Lance dun gone Commie on us!. Git a rope!”
Not at all. Nope. Cool yer Heels Cowboy! Lance just knows something has gone horribly wrong…with His Texas, and more importantly, with His America. It used to be His America.
Now, it seems. It ain’t.
*End of Rant*
If you have come thus far…
Well; you are a Commie!
(Just kidding)
And of course…My National Anthem:
Just for Multi-Media Attention:
If You don’t want to stand in-line…well… REFORM
(If Y’all don’t catch my drift… well then:
I am writing with no ink in my virtual pen.
And the line forms to the right.
Get in-line!
And have fun.
And y’all thought I was bull-shitting when I posted a previous Rant:
I just recently completed a Mark Twain Marathon, by Ken Burns.
“Good for you, Lance Marcom; we are happy you are soooo.. much into (Our) American History…”
I wanted such a telegram, but, alas, there are no telegrams today.
So, it may seem I was born too late…
For such Liberty.
No matter.
WE, We, WE can forge our own liberty, in that same same spirit.
If we have the wherewithal.
Alas, I fear we have not.
We have the Constitution; we have The Law of Our Land; we have Our Precedent…
Alas, we have not the will
The Will, we lack . Today .
This was to be… a simple American Call to Arms.
Alas, I do not know if I am young enuff to muster:
My time has long since past.
I have not the passion to fight yet another war.
Lord knows (and that is a metaphor) I have NOT the will, nor the strength to fight such a war, yet, I am there, in spirit. I would gladly die for MY Country: My long lost America.
Rebel? Most Certainly.
Rebellious against my country?
Never
Therein lies that dilemma,
Not I! For I am too old, and this kind of business falls to younger men
BUT, when I see the masses, the masses, in squalor, I get pissed.
Really pissed.
When CEO’s in this country make ten thousand times more than the workers…
Well, it upsets me.
(any geographical or grammatical errors are surely mine. I do apologize)
These opinions are solely mine own.
Yet, I welcome our modern-day NSA to come knock on MY DOOR.
I certainly do.
Now…
I can finally be sated (for now)
And…I am gonna continue with this for some few weeks, until I give up…
But, Y’all know, when I get unto a ‘kick’ I hang on.
So…we shall see.
–Lance Out
Wow Lance! THAT was some long-winded RANT!
heheheheh
No Worries: Nobody Read it but The NSA of the USA.
Surely I have better things to expend my energies upon.
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“Dear (fill in the name) I am so sorry we are apart, but you see, I am serving… something, something greater, something important, something, some power, Uh, My ego. See you soon. Love, Lance”
I am not gonna bore y’all with Lenny and Sarah, and bullshit anymore.
I am gonna bore you with reality.
The Reality.
Stay tuned.
For those of Y’all ‘Fraid of the NSA, well, bow out now gracefully. I have no fear, but I am old and have nothing to lose. And to quote Bette Davis: “Fasten Your Seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy night.”
And, Yes! I am not stupid. I do recognize the dichotomy of the diametrically opposed points of the two songs I present below for your perusal. You must sort out your own feelings.
Now, some would argue, “Lance is just living in his past; he is craving for the days when Revolution was a real possibility”
Some might say that.
I say, “There is no better time than the present, to take it up; because things now, are really fucked up.”
“Dear (fill in the name) I am so sorry we are apart, but you see, I am serving… something, something greater, something important, something, some power, Uh, My ego. See you soon. Love, Lance”
I am not gonna bore y’all with Lenny and Sarah, and bullshit anymore.
I am gonna bore you with reality.
The Reality.
Stay tuned.
For those of Y’all ‘Fraid of the NSA, well, bow out now gracefully. I have no fear, but I am old and have nothing to lose. And to quote Bette Davis: “Fasten Your Seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy night.”
And, Yes! I am not stupid. I do recognize the dichotomy of the diametrically opposed points of the two songs I present below for your perusal. You must sort out your own feelings.
Now, some would argue, “Lance is just living in his past; he is craving for the days when Revolution was a real possibility”
Some might say that.
I say, “There is no better time than the present, to take it up; because things now, are really fucked up.”
