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Politics : Stockman Scott's Political Debate Porch -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: stockman_scott who wrote (46315)	5/16/2004 12:48:39 AM
From: sylvester80	Respond to of 89467

When did right wing Republicans ever cared about what is right for our country? Bunch of treasonous greedy bigoted hypocrites. That's all they are. Let's hope the centrist Republicans are not like that bunch and do the right thing and vote to impeach those Bush lying criminals.

To: stockman_scott who wrote (46315)	5/16/2004 1:08:58 AM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 89467

Sometimes it gets so bad, all you can do is laugh. Ratinabucket@enjoyingtheride.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hell In a Bucket" Words by John Perry Barlow; music by Bob Weir Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. Well, I was drinking last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal, get to know her. You'll like her." Seemed like the least I could do... 'Cause when he's driving his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls, You will think me by contrast quite proper. Never mind how I stumble and fall. Never mind how I stumble and fall. [Chorus:] You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe, But at least I'm enjoying the ride. At least I'm enjoying the ride. At least I'm enjoying the ride. Now miss sweet little soft-core pretender, Somehow baby got hard as it gets. With her black leather chrome spiked suspenders, Her chair and her whip and her pets. Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great. And we know how you love your ovations For the Z-rated scenes you create. The Z-rated scenes you create. [Bridge:] You analyze me, pretend to despise me, You laugh when I stumble and fall. There may come a day I will dance on your grave If unable to dance, I will crawl across it Unable to dance, I'll still crawl. You must really consider the circus 'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you. And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely 'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin But I know that you'll think of me only When the snakes come marching in When the snakes come marching in Written in Cora, Wyoming, August-December, 1982 arts.ucsc.edu