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We dedicate this hour of SomaCow to the woman behind Danielle is a Hor. Take a moment to hear her plight in this episode, and maybe send her some salsa and support in this terrible time. Utterly disgusting system we have created, and I go off on it a few times during the hour.
The mexican hatred in this country is at an all time high, spurred on day to day by the right wing blah-jocks that spew their vitriol into thousands of Americans’ ears every day. Last time I checked, I live in a city and state that was sold back and forth from the french, the spaniards, the british, the indians, the blacks… How can you have the audacity to deny entrance to a plot of land your forefathers were welcomed into? Unless your great grandparents were sneaky border jumpers, in which case, you should deport yourself, shouldn’t you?
I read a lot of blogs. I probably read more than I should, and certainly more than you would, and what I find out there is that everyone is filled with fear. What happened to cause such utter paranoia, and hate? Why are we seeking to close down our borders, limit our own freedoms? Cause two structures were toppled? Few thousand people passed away horribly?
Do you have any idea how many people die of drunk driving every year?
Or being injured at an unsafe job site?
The ONLY way to defeat terror is to remain free, and it is high time we gave up this retarded idea that we can patrol every border and inspect every entry. The terrorists slipped under our nose, and there will come a time again one day when something worse happens, no matter what stopgaps we put in place. The secret to winning is being brave, and standing together, and demonstrating that we are not our government. We are not our military. We are a free people dedicated to truth and the future of all mankind. We must lead, and be a beacon of goodness in this world.
Until that happens, we will never overcome terror.
We go back and forth on this topic quite a bit, and some of it is pretty spirited. I invite you to listen, and agree/attack/question as you see fit. There’s some truth, and a decent amount of comedy, racial, redneck, and otherwise. J would like to start a redneck joke list, so, if you have any jokes that poke fun at scared dumb white men, send it!
Are all rednecks white? I don’t think so. I have met plenty of dumb scared members of any race. You know what I never WILL understand?
What the hell is THAT supposed to be? Do you have any idea how much I pity/loathe you inside, when I sit behind you at a traffic signal, staring at your little three inch wide proclamation of futile bullshit, surrounded by yellow, red, white, blue, and green ribbons, and usually next to a smarmy bumper sticker about al gore? You aren’t HUNTING terrorists. You are sitting on your fat ass listening to talking heads sell you hate. “Bag Limit”? I would fall down dumb-dead if one of you ever actually went where a terrorist was and did anything other than sweat and sit still. Pansies. Utter fucking pansies. False bravado, false machismo, and shameful, all the way down to the yellowed, curling detail that that “decal” was printed 7 years ago, and this nation has yet to find the man who claimed to have caused the destruction of the World Trade Center.
Coward, peel that shit off your car. I do not fight because I truly believe the government is wrong, and has been for decades, on how it handles the middle east. This has caused this hatred for our nation. The first step to putting that situation right is to get out of their house. You do not fight because you are a coward.
Also – Check out Mickey’s Life Coaching near the :40! – It’s got Biscuits in it, yeah?
We plunked the following quiet little chords as we scrambled over your puny fence:
Note from Mickey: Yeah, I played three songs from the same band. It is not something I would normally do. I kind of like to spread out the love. but if you watch the live video stream on Ustream.tv, you can see a poster on the back wall from one of the greatest bands on earth… NOFX. I was also burying my angst about missing their show when they came to Orlando. I was working nights. It happens. Also, they have a Mexican in the band.
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Specifically, I am collecting jokes about racists, not just jokes about rednecks, though the one may certainly be a subset of the other.
While a flat income tax rate would be fair, I am in no way in favor of one of those crazy schemes where you get rid of the IRS and just charge a 40% sales tax on everything/giant consumption tax. Right now, I PAY NO SALES TAX! That’s the whole reason I live in Delaware! Yes, it’s annoying when I go to Target and half the cars have out of state tags, and it’s mayhem and gridlock during Christmas season, but even if you were to begin to charge a sales tax to cover local state budgetary shortfalls, you’ve just lost your competitive advantage to PA, Maryland, and Jersey.
OK, the cat’s out the bag. I live in Delaware, and only work in Philly. Why? My property tax is a quarter of what it would be in PA, and why would anybody want to live in over-taxed New Jersey? Cheap gas isn’t enough of a reason. Are the schools in PA four times better than Delaware? Hell no, they’re even better than PA in many cases. So who cares if you’re a few more miles from Center City Philadelphia? I have a bigger house, smaller mortgage and property tax payment, and thanks to all the companies that incorporate in Delaware (Bank of America, DuPont, etc.), there’s no need for a sales tax.
Now I’m a product of the Catholic schools on Long Island. My high school was such a Republican factory, it’s amazing I’m a Democrat. They cranked out many successful people from business to politics (we’re talking household names), and even, as I shake my head, Bill O’Reilly. I learned in speech and debate club early on that if you just tell the other person “you’re wrong” over and over, you’ll eventually win the argument, and the other person will give up and walk away. But how can such a fine institution (I really do like the place) graduate somebody like the leather man from the Village People? Oh, no! A faggot! In our ranks? Yes, class of ‘69. I kid you not.
So it really is no surprise that I’m in favor of uniforms. We had a strict dress code in high school, jacket and tie, not uniforms, but people need less choices, because if you give them an inch, they’ll take a mile. And while charter schools have been successful in inner cities, they’ve also been a great tool here in Delaware for the gifted…a challenging push, but without the tuition bill of a Catholic school. But if you really want to increase the test scores, productivity, etc., SEPARATE THE BOYS AND GIRLS!!! The secret to my high school, for better or worse, was that we didn’t have girls. Yes, we had staircases, even though fairies fly. The bulk of us managed to fit in a social life with the fairer sex, but the pressing issue of the day was getting thought the 3 hours of nightly homework. Like they say in Rob and Big, “Do work!”