Skeets,
"Strafe them creeps in the rice paddy, daddy,
diddy wop, diddy wop.
It's true what they say about Ho Chi Minh,
Diddy wop, diddy wop.
Chou En Lai,
He loves hair pie.
Diddy Wop, diddy wop.
Burn my belly with napalm jelly,
Cleanse my soul with a torch full of fire.
Diddy wop, diddy wop." The Fugs, 1966.
Now, that is Commie talk. -g- My note to LindyBill was anti-capitalistic nirvana, as we all know that only a mixed econmy can work. The only arguments should be about the composition of the mix.
Time to go to my cell meeting with Che and MLK and Rosa Luxemburg. -g-
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