So here's where I inset a plug for my blog.
Are the folks who are collecting giant bonuses from the taxpayers showing that their attitude towards the taxpayers is derived from the punk rockers who spit on the members (nyuck nyuck, he said "members," Bevis!) of their audience?
Now, tell me again which war anniversary was it on Thusday? Was that the anniversary of the Iraqi invasion or the start of the war against Taliban in Afghanistan, or the shooting at Kent State, or what?
Speaking of American style capitalism, usually at this time of year we mention that baseball season is starting and then plug the Femantle Dockers team. The joke is, of course, that only Toronto and teams in the USA can win the World Series and we say we root for the boys from Fremantle. Since last year's column, we have actually visited the Fremantle team's stadium. We learned that the club is now called the Fremantle Football Club because and American firm that owned the rights to the word "Dockers" took their team's name away from them. So this year we'll root for the West Coast Eagles.
If an American firm took the name "Yankees" away from the folks in New York City, would they "turn the other cheek" as the Bible advises?
What would the founding fathers of punk rock have to say about the fact that many members of the clergy seem content to ignore the possibility that war crimes are being committed? Maybe (speculation alert) they think that since they believe that Jesus died for our sins, then it's good that there are some high profile sins to illustrate what has been forgiven because the Lord was crucified. Didn't some punk rocker say that if folks don't commit sins, then Jesus will have died in vain?
Back in the Sixties some folks believed that Gen. Custer died for our sins. Others think that he died wearing an Arrow shirt.
G G Allin said: "You are what you are." And Popeye said "I am what I am." Clint Eastwood said: "I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk? "
Now, the disk jockey will throw you a brush-back pitch by playing "In a Persian Market" and we will go looking for exotic cars to spot. Have GFYS type week, punk.