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FRED AND GINGER: DIRTY DANCING
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In this compilation of film clips, set to the music from Dirty Dancing, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers demonstrate why they were the best ballroom dancers ever. Elegant, classy, athletic, graceful, gracious, and exquisitely charming.
Ginger Rogers was never given the full acknowledgement she deserved as a dancer. Not only did she do everything Fred Astaire did on the dance floor, but she did it in high heeled shoes and evening gowns! Ginger, you rocked Honey!
MEMORIAL DAY: WORSHIP OF DESTRUCTION AND DEATH
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(Doomsday Clock graph, 1947-2015. The lower the graph, the higher probability of technology-induced nuclear catastrophe)
Memorial Day in the United States is a day to worship The Military: the professional killers. In the entire history of humanity there has never been a single year during which less than 1,000 people were killed in warfare. It appears that murder (war) is the “natural state” of humanity. Soldiers (professional killers) have been worshiped throughout human history as “heroes”.
Currently, 70% of all US tax dollars are spent on the “defense” budget. i.e. killing people. The does not include the immeasurable “black budget” resources of innumerable “intelligence” agencies whose only purposes are murder, chaos and destruction.
The so-called “civilizations” of Earth have built enough nuclear weapons to kill every living organism on Earth 1,000 times over — every human, every animal, every creature in the oceans, every insect and every bacterial organism. “Science” has created the ability to turn the Earth into Mars or the Moon…. a dead planet. This does not even take into consideration thousands of bacteriological, chemical, electronic and weather weapons that “scientific geniuses” have invented.
The “Doomsday Clock” is now closer to exploding than any time in the history of Earth. The psychopathic criminals and murders we call our “leaders” are stampeding humanity and all life-forms on Earth into certain and inevitable doom at an ever accelerating pace.
Check out the “Doomsday graph” in this article. We can ignore it. We can deny it. We can wish it were not so. Nevertheless, the only thing that is certain about life on Earth is death… Good riddance to all of us you contributed, and who failed to prevent it. Who can say that the Earth will not be a better place without humans? The fossil record of shows that there are more EXTINCT species of life forms which have lived on Earth than those that exist today: the extinction of the dinosaurs is a minor example.
Remember, for the moment, when there was human life on Earth? Happy Memorial Day….
Read the entire article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doomsday_Clock
CHANNELING VISIONS OF JOHANNA
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As long as I’m having a Dylan Concert, let’s Channel some “Visions Of Johanna”. Visions are a spiritual adventure, my friends. Dream on, dream on….
LYRICS:
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there’s nothing really nothing to turn of
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane
Louise she’s all right she’s just near
She’s delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna’s not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It’s so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze
I can’t find my knees”
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him
Saying, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”
But like Louise always says
“Ya can’t look at much, can ya man ”
As she, herself prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
FRIENDS DON’T EAT FRIENDS
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Happy Vegetarian Thanksgiving!