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WORLD'S SHORTEST ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARADE! (via Hot Springs, Arkansas)

Robot caterpillars could replace your doctor in a few years. (via Inverse)

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The Great Star Wars Heist - In 2017, an uncovered toy theft ruptured the Star Wars collecting community. Two years later, the collectors—and the convicted—are still looking for a way forward. (via Popular Mechanics)

100 Kamasutra sex positions - If you're bored of your bedroom antics and fancy spicing things up between the sheets, look no further than these Kamasutra sex positions. (via Netmums)

20 Crazy Facts You Never Knew About One Dollar Bills - What's in your wallet will totally surprise you! (via BestLife)

Why The Beatles' Yellow Submarine is a Trippy Cult Classic (via BBC)

The Surprisingly Radical Subversive Politics of Dr. Seuss

Dr. Seuss with his book The Cat in the Hat, pictured in 1957 (Credit: Getty)

On the 115th anniversary of Dr. Seuss’ birth, Fiona Macdonald looks at how creating wartime propaganda honed his unique vision.

(Found @ BBC)

War - Low Rider

Memorial Day 2009

Lest we forget ...

Someone may ask how to observe this solemn day of remembrance and honor. Here are some suggestions:

* visit cemeteries and place flags or flowers on the graves of our fallen

* visit war memorials

* fly the U.S. Flag at half-staff until noon

* fly the 'POW/MIA Flag'

* participate in the "National Moment of Remembrance" at 3 p.m. to pause and think about the true meaning of the day

* pledge to aid the widows, widowers, and orphans of our fallen dead and to aid the disabled veterans

However, you choose to remember the day just REMEMBER. Don't forget and don't let their memory fade from our group national consciousness. It is sincerely the least we can do as people who have benefited greatly from their sacrifice.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

Monk Punk 1966

Talk about being waaay before their time. The Monks. American army guys who met in post-war Germany and formed a band, doing "beat music." But it was really a genius precursor to punk. They all shaved little tonsures into the tops of their heads, wore black shirts, with ties made out of rope. They were anti-war, anti-pop. They rocked. They came out with their first album in 1966, Black Monk Time. They may have been the first to use feedback in their music:

One of the components in this alchemy of sound was feedback. Burger discovered feedback independently of the many English players who have all been heralded at one time or another as the inventor of said effect.

"We were practicing and I had to take a leak," Burger said. "I laid the guitar against the amp and walked off the stage. I forgot to turn it off and the thing began to make this god-awful racket. It started off humming and then it increased in volume. Roger started hitting his drums and it sounded so right together."

Eddie Shaw went one step further when describing that initial bout with feedback. "Just imagine the sound of the Titanic scraping along an iceberg," he said. "It was like discovering fire."

Here are The Monks on German TV in 1966. Pay attention to the amazing drummer, the amazing bass player, well, it's all amazing:


A documentary was recently made. Here's the trailer to the official theatrical release in Germany on October 4, 2007

'Twas The Night Before Cheney

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the White House
Not a bedbug was stirring... (well, maybe one louse).
The fishnets were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Cheney soon would be there.

The twins were nestled all snug in their beds,
Out cold from the cocktails that danced in their heads.
And George in his bustier, and I with my whip,
Had just settled who'd be the first one to strip.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my harness to see what was the matter.
To the window I flew with oblige noblesse,
Tore open the shutters and whipped off my dress.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave a golden luster to the rose garden below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a pimped-out ride, and eight NeoCon reindeer.

With a hired-gun driver, and bling laid on thick,
I knew in a moment it must be Old Dick.
More vapid than newscasters, his hangers-on came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"NowWolfowitz! now, Libby! now, Feith and Yoo!
On,Rumsfeld! On, Perle! On, Decter, and Bolton too!
To the top of Halliburton! To the top of the World!
Now cash away! Dash away! Our flag is unfurled!"

As cockroaches before the light o' day fly,
When there's none left to steal, they mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top, the NeoCons flew,
With a sleigh full of flak jackets, and St. Cheney too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The slashing and clawing of each cloven hoof.
As I hiked up my garters and then turned around,
Down the chimney St. Dick came, that snarling old hound.

Dressed in skins flayed from Dems on Congress' floors,
His camos untouched by the horrors of war.
A bundle of dirty bombs he had flung on his back,
And he grinned like an asshole while opening his pack.

His eyes – how they glittered! His dimples – how merry!
His cheeks were caved in, his nose sort of hairy!
His crooked little mouth was drawn up in a sneer,
And the jut of his chin made him look a bit queer.

A stump of an arm he held tight in his teeth,
And the stench it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a pale face and a little round belly,
His teeth they were pointed and smelled like New Delhi!

He was chubby and plump, like a war profiteer,
And I laughed when I saw him, hiding my fear!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had so much to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Assembling his wankers for a big circle jerk.
Then pressing his pecker upside of my nose,
With a nod and a growl, up the chimney, he rose!

He sprang to his limo, to his wolves gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a newk-u-lur missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"I'll soon own the world, as you suspected I might!"

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to all. Please pass this on, with attribution. Thanks!
Copyright Lisa Wines 2007
Cross-posted atPoliticsAfter50 and Omyword!

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