-=> Richard Webb wrote to Dave Drum <=-

 RC> As usual, like you did during Clintons years, you are trying to put
 RC> yourself in a position to decide exactly, who, how, when and in which
 RC> manner one gets to disagree with your idols.

 DD> As do you on your side. So f***ing what?

 DD> Might as well resort to things like "So's your old man!"
for all the
 DD> substance either of you show in your sniping.

 RW> But, everybody does it, that makes it okay, right?  Kid's
 RW> argument, for kids' level discourse.  IT's the new form of
 RW> such political discourse.

 RW> And still they wonder why it is when it comes to the two
 RW> major political parties in this country the whole thing is
 RW> greeted with a big friggin' yawn by the rest of us out here.

 RW> wE're doin' the limbaugh.

 RW> "how low can ya go?"

Perhaps they ought to listen to (and pay attention to) some good ol' rock &
roll. Couple songs by a couple of my favourite performers seems to sum all of
this up succinctly ...

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Here come the rich man, in his big long limousine
Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green
Here come the banker, and the lawyer and the cop
One thing for certain it ain't never gonna stop
When it all gets too heavy
That's when they come and they go (they go)
With only one thing in common
They got the fire down below 

Yea, it happens out in Vegas, it happens in Moline
On the blue blood streets of Boston
Up in Berkeley and out in Queens
And it went on yesterday and it's going on tonight
Somewhere there's somebody ain't treatin' somebody right 

Bob Seger

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And especially this one:

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I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' 'don't blame me'
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, old billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick it's little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it 

Glenn Frey and Don Henley

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And the song says "so why don't you quit?" and the reply is
"I have to get in
the last word." And it goes on and on and on and on ... to the point of nausea.

ENJOY!!!

From Uncle Dirty Dave's Kitchen
Home of YAHOOOOAHHHH Hot Sauce & Hardin Cider 

 

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