The Rockhouse won't accept anything when it's not actively working for peace and more than writing bullshit blog articles. I don't much like engaging with people since I really suck at it and we probably won't get along. That's not a failing in them since I've been busted like that since birth although maybe it isn't broken at all.
Nevertheless, I engage with Code Pink and I will support them however I can. I have little money but I can send a little that way when it's possible. It's not that I'm so easily swayed but I finally found some True Believers after many, many years. I found a few here and there and some of them are the regulars but Code Pink brings the same thing and there are millions.
The Rockhouse also will not tolerate in any way the state getting into my face or anyone else's. You can see how they're gearing up in Washington to bring the machine controls down on just about anything. I don't care if they get their science from ouija boards or leprechauns since it doesn't make any difference and is only used as a tool for the thumbscrews.
You can see it with Jeff Sessions since that boy is just about as vacant as anyone you may ever find and he's the closest thing I know to a human seashell since you can hold his head up to listen in his ear to hear the ocean.
The Rockhouse is fed-up to the gills with fake science, fake morality, and fake goodness from a government which only wants to help. Apparently none of them remember a word from Reagan since he said specifically that's what the government won't do. That simple fuck thought he was being funny but Tories often do since they always laugh at their own jokes.
After over thirty years of overt Tory oppression, the Rockhouse has absolutely fucking had it.
Going to VA so close to Memorial Day before that fetid stink has passed didn't anger me and there was no anger from there either. VA is never like that and those flags I'll salute because that part of America did not forget. I know Memorial Day is not for me or any living vet but almost everyone who helps there is another vet. These are the patriots and I don't have much use for any others. I hardly ever see them (shrug).
The Rockhouse has lost two in the last three months and they won't be coming back because they can't. One of them was a vet and I remember you, my brother. As with you this wasn't the first but no-one is forgotten and there's no-one waving flags ... except the car dealers.
The other was Thor and the regulars may remember. He was sometimes a singer and loved to scream those blues. We first jammed together years ago with his last band in Yevette's other end of the Rockhouse.
The Rockhouse doesn't do eulogies since we don't think they matter much since you already know for whom the bell tolls.
Note: I couldn't shoot any footage at VA but I might have tried along the way so I can show the truth of the appalling flags which hang over all the car dealers but not over anything else. How much disgrace can some Toyota stinkfuck car manager possibly bring to it when he only plays it to sell his fucking cars.
I did not see the risk as valid to shoot while I was driving although it would not have been a problem to do it. I also pull the discipline for pushing out any verse in my head since things have been flowing that way but that distraction isn't allowed either. Believe it or not as you like but the Texas drivers are too stupid to allow distraction when they're anywhere close, particularly in the Big MUFFmobiles.
A note about the Big Man is you know without me saying it his life was hard and getting worse but he was always cheerful and bringing a good vibe which lights the same thing in everyone he sees. He was a caring, giving man and he will be missed. Salute, my fallen brother.
Yah, it's fucking sad. You probably don't even know how sad but that's how it goes out in this world. You take it and you roll but I mustn't let it stop me smiling.
I remember you too, Miss June, and she probably won't remember but she saw me smiling back. You can meet her yourself if you like since she's at the Belt Line Road Waffle House on I-20 near Dallas. She knows how to treat a vet right ... she's married to one. Tell her the Colonel sent you ... and it won't mean anything at all (larfs).
And don't you give those girls in Waffle House a hard time since I've heard already of one who was packin'. Someone gave her some hard shit, maybe robbing the place, and she finished it with some whackin'. She went Dirty Harry on his ass. wtf, it was self-defense and that's not Gandhi but she's alive and the robber ain't.
Note: I don't think that was in Texas but I did read of it in some news blurb.
The Waffle House is the only place I go to eat out and that's almost always on the way back from VA.
Nevertheless, I engage with Code Pink and I will support them however I can. I have little money but I can send a little that way when it's possible. It's not that I'm so easily swayed but I finally found some True Believers after many, many years. I found a few here and there and some of them are the regulars but Code Pink brings the same thing and there are millions.
The Rockhouse also will not tolerate in any way the state getting into my face or anyone else's. You can see how they're gearing up in Washington to bring the machine controls down on just about anything. I don't care if they get their science from ouija boards or leprechauns since it doesn't make any difference and is only used as a tool for the thumbscrews.
You can see it with Jeff Sessions since that boy is just about as vacant as anyone you may ever find and he's the closest thing I know to a human seashell since you can hold his head up to listen in his ear to hear the ocean.
The Rockhouse is fed-up to the gills with fake science, fake morality, and fake goodness from a government which only wants to help. Apparently none of them remember a word from Reagan since he said specifically that's what the government won't do. That simple fuck thought he was being funny but Tories often do since they always laugh at their own jokes.
After over thirty years of overt Tory oppression, the Rockhouse has absolutely fucking had it.
Going to VA so close to Memorial Day before that fetid stink has passed didn't anger me and there was no anger from there either. VA is never like that and those flags I'll salute because that part of America did not forget. I know Memorial Day is not for me or any living vet but almost everyone who helps there is another vet. These are the patriots and I don't have much use for any others. I hardly ever see them (shrug).
The Rockhouse has lost two in the last three months and they won't be coming back because they can't. One of them was a vet and I remember you, my brother. As with you this wasn't the first but no-one is forgotten and there's no-one waving flags ... except the car dealers.
The other was Thor and the regulars may remember. He was sometimes a singer and loved to scream those blues. We first jammed together years ago with his last band in Yevette's other end of the Rockhouse.
The Rockhouse doesn't do eulogies since we don't think they matter much since you already know for whom the bell tolls.
Note: I couldn't shoot any footage at VA but I might have tried along the way so I can show the truth of the appalling flags which hang over all the car dealers but not over anything else. How much disgrace can some Toyota stinkfuck car manager possibly bring to it when he only plays it to sell his fucking cars.
I did not see the risk as valid to shoot while I was driving although it would not have been a problem to do it. I also pull the discipline for pushing out any verse in my head since things have been flowing that way but that distraction isn't allowed either. Believe it or not as you like but the Texas drivers are too stupid to allow distraction when they're anywhere close, particularly in the Big MUFFmobiles.
A note about the Big Man is you know without me saying it his life was hard and getting worse but he was always cheerful and bringing a good vibe which lights the same thing in everyone he sees. He was a caring, giving man and he will be missed. Salute, my fallen brother.
Yah, it's fucking sad. You probably don't even know how sad but that's how it goes out in this world. You take it and you roll but I mustn't let it stop me smiling.
I remember you too, Miss June, and she probably won't remember but she saw me smiling back. You can meet her yourself if you like since she's at the Belt Line Road Waffle House on I-20 near Dallas. She knows how to treat a vet right ... she's married to one. Tell her the Colonel sent you ... and it won't mean anything at all (larfs).
And don't you give those girls in Waffle House a hard time since I've heard already of one who was packin'. Someone gave her some hard shit, maybe robbing the place, and she finished it with some whackin'. She went Dirty Harry on his ass. wtf, it was self-defense and that's not Gandhi but she's alive and the robber ain't.
Note: I don't think that was in Texas but I did read of it in some news blurb.
The Waffle House is the only place I go to eat out and that's almost always on the way back from VA.
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