found or refound thiz crazed missive .... the misty spectre here some of this preposterous horse gallop by thiz self labeled "the red cube " smacks of that old 70's figment the dixie red neck communist legion =========================== ================================ white papers ( or how we need to alienize the boss klass ) red cube discussion paper ---------------------------------- whiteyworld amerdep (main) we or them part 12 ---------------------- (early draft of red cube jam thru air wave broadcast planned to hit the ether on day one of the Iraq Occ ) WHO'S THIS "WE," shit chief? wake it whitefuck ya you you twinkle toes yes i mean you you you the little white thing there and you over by the copy machine you with the fucking rash and you too pushing the two/wheeler yes you asscan you with that brew pot pourin out over yer belt hey you don’t duck me shitface yes you in the french fry hat i’m talkin to all you white faced white assed fucks all of you heres the question are you feeling we ish with the prez these days ? you you free white and wagered ginks ya all share a white gob with him that plenty nough for ya ? that get you off brotherwise i mean are you cross dickin with georgie ? --------------------------- well listen you stung fucked hourly fucked and pillage poor fools before you bite too deeply into all that “ we” shit all that me and my prez handjobbery Are you sure you know who your President your Bush is actually working for? cross your heart and answer this one question down deep now does his “we” really got a “your we ” in it ? be honest do you really believe your commander in chief has been short stroking those sand snakes for your white weeny for your half wit dignity and your worthless safety take your time on this one we got time we got plenty of time we always got time this is america and we’re all of us white people ---------------------------------- white wage klowns pledge We, the white klowns of the United States of America what the rooster fuck are we living on i mean right the fuck now is it a full deck the boss klass deals our hands from ? or are we living on fuck foods and phantoms lets take stock ( list of shit endz goes here ) so its fuck food and phantoms a play of dollar a day face fucks and wild gaelic phantoms that brothers of the legion is ezzzactly alllllll we live on face fucks and phantoms phantoms of the gone and phantoms of the near missed and some day phantoms and somehow phantoms who fucking stuffed uz full of these quenchless hopes of ours what fuckin good are they anyway what can a dumb prick do but phantomize with em listen assmen hope is a comp plan for chumps hopes phantoms keep yer soul alive just as long as theres a days work left in ya but hell do they keep ya honest too do they keep ya free or ya just roaming around in your head roaming around and around and around the mans implanted mind pastures in your fucking head and you can waste all the nonjob time you got left bouncing off the fences hes strung up in there for your confinement see bluto we’re all cows restless cows and we get milked each job day for profit outside we chew and inside our heads we just roam roam headlands lost critters of profit face it brothers even though each and every one of you oafs has your own very special get-real machine in your head but its short a good half dozen parts We, who live here in search of jobs in need of a plan we who box each others noses just to live a mile’s drive from rightsville we who operate daily hemmed in happy we’re not tied down and trussed up step dancing to somebody else’s job patterns patterns we sure as hell never green lighted ourselves patterns fit for barn beasts good folks listen to your own soul songs we're nothing but big mister greenjean’s horses and dogs and whats the strict nature of that barnocracy their running down on us here simple on the job sister the farmer still runs the farm sure its supposed to go our way in the U S of A the run is supposed to be by our consent the consent of the governed well this consent this contract we signed read between the fucking lines you idiots between the lines it says the bigs ware gold rings on their pinkys and you the wagelings ware rings in your noses no better no worse or is it saddles we’re wearing ? maybe we’re wearing saddles their saddles maybe we’ve consented to saddles maybe we prove every day to the masters yes every day when the gate opens maybe we prove one blunt fact over and over again consent by silence they're still riding and we're still trotting and whats our tack self shame self defeat self abuse We the wagered people we with their manufactured dreams in our heads their choices for our rainbows admit you hate yourselves you dumb bastards or else you hate the dark shadows of yourself you project onto the gettable outs god have they messed with those those sheet rock brains of yours we who would be anyone but ourselves we who call ourselves honest working people what a fucking joke honest working people come on we’re people with the most dishonest kind of secret imaginable a secret hidden only from ourselves turn around face the audience stoopo everyone sees your secrets the back wall collapsed long ago we the white working people of this free land where the sunshine of narcoliberty is our brightness we the sacred fruit of freedom’s tree have fallen into freedom’s shade to rot We who can't seem to get a foothold we who even as we slip and slide say we won't be told what to do we who claim ever and always we know what's what or at least we got a pal who does well bull shit ladies and gentlemen stop the fucking self con get yourself a way of life and a desire to persist and act like you know what it is to be alive heres your real choice you aint morphing into a bobcat or a flamingo face it your a part a plain old fucking part so what are you going to do about it Would you rather be a damn brass washer in a bag full of washers just a damn washer a piece of cheap metal stamped out with a hole in the middle going nowhere doing nothing looking for the center you never had and never will have a washer or a cog a cog among cogs on the move producing in concert a new existence here and there everywhere a new existence fitting yourself in getting yourself caught up in the whirling and whizzing the finding and refinding of your use over and over again always part of the making of something you want made never exhausted never at rest ------------------------------------------------------- WHO'S THIS "WE," WHITE chief? part 6 whats with this terror shuffle anyway or hey white guy Are you sure you know who President Bush is fighting all them sand niggers for ? ---------------------- wake up white boys that dumbo dream of yours that pointy hooded baffoon's notion that uz white rats is jist plum superior so who cares if we're being assdicked by boss pilgram we’re free white and american aren’t we and baby ain’t that more then enough blessin for any old cockbrain ? --------------------- hey let us tell you good people something the aarabs can smell your skulls smoking from over there see bongo lips over dare hes sayin “ ohhhh shit ohhhh shit “ and why cause your gospel gobbling preppie prez “ he done really sturred da nest dis time fo shower “ “ so watch yo azz whitey cawzz dem arabz is acomin bro “ “taday Isrull tamorrah Texas “ ------------------------- by the way rangers The hefty bags they ain't believed that WHITE GUY shit for years maybe never. you’re all just dogs to them, shit wake up weeny they’ll never toss a bigger bone your way just cause your white BUSH AIN’T AFIGHTIN’ FOR YOUR ADVANTAGE no matter what some flea-bit PAID FOR ELECTED ASS told you. they are using us for the time being like a rented car like something from Budget or alamo but they are preparing for the next big pitch are you ready to tumble to it ? better think about it now while they still kinda need you we say and we’re white too WISE UP. DON'T BE FOOLED THOSE WHITE FACES YOU SEE ON THEM STRICTLY HALLOWEEN STUFF UNDERNEATH THEM PHONEY FACESMASKS THEM TOP GUYS THEM HEFTY BAGS HEY THEY'RE PURE GREEN NOTHING BUT PURE GREEN DOLLAR BILL GREEN kulak workers unite attack the green slime ------------------------- the wageling view of the cold war two cycles 22 years each cycle one ethnic america and bubba too living wages a car and a ranch house cycle two back to palookaville cycleone 47-68 Riley cycle two 69-90 Bunker cycle three homer three themes in a dream lets visit the kulak wagelings el dorado the plebs castle the difference between ralf cramden’s no exit to nassau and chester riley ‘s arrival where did it get to by 1972 guy take a two car port bright lawn back yard barbeque above ground pool and three tvs gal take every appliance every washer every cooker every hair machine the latest two bathrooms a living room dining room and a den first phase hard hats and feather beds the destruction of the CIO the life of Riley the American suburban track house swing time rapsody the coming of a new booboise the american right to rise really seems to begin arriving in the weekly pay packet once herr hitler is ash and bone domestic liberties from aquisition to restoration Riley to Bunker the great migration the great cities lower orders ethnics of all euro stripes and urban billies too all headed to the New Canaan on the road to earthley paradise out there in sub boobia the rise of the lawnmasters household handymen lords of the barbeque craft vs sales where have all the yeomen gone the people of sole proprietor commerce the ma and pa shop keepers unlike the house plumber and petty contractors the new medocrity above them looking down the new hypoise ( 68 crisis) rise of the new stake holders the free class the symbol workers the creative class the independent contractor paradigm the liberal professions are renewed by woodstockers the new plebs fall in shame nam and Bunker rises junior to meat head the brown shirt home town fans sports mobbery the clash of recreational swubstances and lyrics and beat from small holder to to jobholder same kind of stake household production automation of the chores the house wife and the paystubber 1 acre plots not a yeoman make liberty without self sufficiency I doubt your lawn could feed you even in a pinch darkness at noon exploitation the play by the rules folks the i got it honest guys the rip off ascension from crook to entrepreneur in three steps steal cheat exploit work time Vs job time enter the fether bed ----------- ave non super prisec wage in constant 82 dollars 1950 5.34 1960 6.79 1970 8.03 1980 7.78 1990 7.52 peak 1978 8.40 scylla and cheribdus draper style rev unions vs law reforms notes on hard hats HARD HATS AND SOFT HEADS KLASS QUAKES CLASS RIFTS WEDGE ISSUES FAR FROM RISING UP THEY WENT DOWN AND DOWN AND DOWN LIKE JORE FRASER WHAT A SUIDDSY SHAME lets talk construction THE FUCKS WHO PUT THE WORD trade in trade union you say ibet SHIT BOOHOO THEY KICKED US DODGERS IN THE NAMBOS FUCK THEM THE IGNORANT COWBRAINS i hear you “ya the trades and traitors of the kass kampf ” ok ok but lets examine the story in the heroic era of mass production THEY WATCHED AND WHISTLED these are the site workers NOT THE GUYS IN THE SATANIC MILLS NOT THE PLANT PROFIT PROVIDERS NEITHER PLANTATION NOR PLANT BE THEIR STYLE they were mechanized but held together their trades CAUSE THEY KEPT IT SITE BOUND FRAGMENTED LAST DITCH like indians with steel tomahawks and horses changed in the balnce of tasks but not utterly transformed like the shoe maker or worse like the black smith and weaver wiped out left behind by the march of production we still have carpenters and plumbers and masons and electricians why have these folks formed the core of reaction inside the labor movement for 125 years because they have continuity like the family farmers they still have a slot if only the tide can be halted ----------------- GOD KNOWS ANY ONE WHO KNOWS ME BEYONG THE HOW THEY HANGING STAGE HAS GOT TO HAVE heard me bellow this enough to ho hum it away by now but fuck i can’t get it out of my head say you showed me a time tunnel back to the day after nixons final copter ride to air force one i’d take it and i’d find myself and say “ hey you jake ya you what you got there a brownie come over here a moment know who i am / look familiar its you me i’m you and fuck it your me listen i only got permission for one tip the white workers you want to see whip themselves up turn fierce as cougars cause of the ripping cross currents of the class war....... won’t happen the korporate knife will cut and cut and they’ll just moow and take it like bled cattle try this for dessert you smuck from today till past centuries end thirty years they will just fucking take it up the ass like so many alter boys “ ------------------------------------- end games are you sure you know who your President Bush is fighting for? Is he really fighting for your freedoms? for your way of life? for your jobs and your homes is he really is he really is he really do you see him burning away his sweet sleep up nites trying to remake that clammy dark world out there into Stan ‘n Dot Brewski’s personal raw bar ------------------------------- the big one is coming even if you don’t know what your prez is up to now what about when the big one comes what about your prez and the big one? whats the big one ? let me tell you what the big one is the crash of wall st im not talking a pair of steel and glass towers i’m talking the crash of the whole financial system a crash like ‘29 wall street’s not talking about the big one oligarchs never talk out loud about big ones but they know in their bones the big ones coming they just aren’t talking they never want you little white critters running around counting life boats listen to me the big ones coming and don’t worry the profit gypsies are ready to run they got their escapes their places of refuge all picked out maybe there’s no talk out of them maybe they’re still saying “every things for ever” they always tell us that till its happened till the final rains begin till the waves come over the bulwarks then they’re gone remember this rangers they got their yachts ready the top tenth of one percent like a 100 thousand Noah’s they got their yachts ready “ but but but ......” no buts fella what have you got ready what have you got ready for the big one what have you got little master whitey? where you going when it rains and rains and rains when the mile high shit wave hits your front lawn ? Do you got your spot picked out up on the high ground where you can wait out the stinking brown flood ? speaking of spots maybe there’s a spot for you on Mr Morgans corsair ? or will you perhaps god willin be riden your house roof down river to poisonville falls for what its worth my guess is when it comes to tickets for a yacht cruise or a high ridge with a view you bub don’t got one you’re going to finish this race out of the money so start learning to swim ---------------------------------- let me repeat my open sesame Are you sure you know who your President Bush is fighting for? Is he really fighting for your freedoms? for your way of life? for your jobs and your homes is he really is he really is he really do you see him burning away his sweet sleep up nites trying to remake that clammy dark world out there into Stan ‘n Dot Brewski’s personal raw bar my view from the back of the ice cream truck is HARD chance folks HARD CHANCE ‘nough said ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------- next time maybe is the big one time maybe next time wall streeet hits the iceberg its bye bye next time maybe we sink i wonder where will BABY BUSH AND HIS POSSE be headed then maybe if its deep enough and flowing in fast enough they’ll stop their short stroking and beat it out of dodge believe me those guys know how to pull out in time when they have to today this land our land may be their land too today maybe america is their idea of gods country but take this straight bro its all ours when and if too many of their countless financial flings turn out to be boomerangs hear this its all ours if their flung crap starts coming back around too fast and too frequent yes madam it'll be our country then the hefty bags will hold a fire sale throw us a kiss off contract with a loophole for a heart and skkeedaddle prolly leave A STEAMING PILE of unpaid bills on the kitchen table and lock the door behind them on the way out too thats right good people the big foots‘ll hoist anchor for golden sunset # 13 leaving only their flatirons bailiffs and scum screws behind to keep us dancing to the debt masters band kindly make your checks payable to .... I can be reached at...... see you all on the 4th of july fellas ------------------------------------- yup if it gets hot enough the bigs ‘ll take a lazy TRIP DOWN RIVER till it all blows over thats what the thirties were all about sherbert and champaign for them and for little white guys like you take a look a look back cause a look back is a look forward too back then Huck the pleasure barge had no spot fo your type no spot no how and if it comes again you’ll be standing in line for a mug of tomato soup or stealing street apples from each other just like your sad sack type did back then ---------------------------------- lets generalize a little flap our wings feel the sweep of collected thoughts profit buck-a-neers are crisis creating creatures by nature "they will buy and sell Congress 3 times over (though one is enough) and then when its all over ooooooooooooops! they’ll dump the shit-bale on Johnny Q Public and call in the clean-up crew. then comes the right moment and they’ll rebuy it all at 5 cents on the dollar “it’s a matter of national incest er interest heh heh heh ya thats right national interest ” “can’t blame a guy for wanting to keep his good name now can ya” ----------------------------------------- listen charley if your waiting for one of your fearless elected leaders to show us what a pack of buffoons, chimps, and gutless traitors these manatees of kapitol are keep waiting in fact find a comfortable place to sit go ahead cry out loud “ These idiots are gambling away our country!” see what it gets ya no one will argue the point go ahead shout from the rooftops THIS AIN'T supposed to be NO god forsaken WEEKEND IN VEGAS! or is it ? i say it is -------------------------------------- as i said white folks Are you sure you know who your President Bush is fighting for? prove me wrong when i say you we, my dear little white friends, WE ARE NOT GETTING A CUT, no matter what line they feed us we’re not getting a cut maybe you think we’re already in too deep to call their bluff and you’re right maybe so maybe already once again its too too too too LATE but anyway it shakes out we’re not getting a cut not even a taste ---------------------------------- WATCH WHAT HAPPENS Watch what happens when this house of cards comes down. watch 'em whine out of their BUNGS AT US "We didn't know!" they'll say. "seemed like a good idea at the time" " gotta go" "see you on YOUR BIRTHDAY” "good luck and what ever" ya they'll bug out And leave you holding the peals BUT be fair who asked them whats up ? even when there was still time ----------------------------------- RIGHT NOOOOOOOOW RIGHT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOW we got to rise up and shout “ stand and deliver scum “ I tell you now now NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW start taking it back after all you made all this plenty for them you gorgeous bunch of numb skulls YOUR HANDS YOUR HEADS MADE ALL OF THE ALL OF IT ----------------------------------------- -------------------------Posted by pinky at May 25, 2003 01:51 PM
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