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Free to be slaves of your regime
You try to tell us that we are free
Free to be slaves of your regime
It’s mighty funny how the eagle flies
It’s time to check the pockets were the eagle hides
It’s mighty funny how the eagle flies
It’s time to check the pockets were the eagle hides
All the lies you keep trying to sell
Eat your words and go to hell
Even though we’re not free we won’t be used for your dirty schemes
Even though we’re not free you can’t take away our dignity ,yeah
What they want is a peaceful change
So the pockets of the pharaohs remains the same
They’ll declare war as a slick diversion
eliminate the problem continue the perversion
Even though we’re not free we won’t be used for your dirty schemes
Even though we’re not free you can’t take away our dignity ,yeah
May 19, 2003
www.theproudliberal.com/slaves.html
Rep. Rush Holt has introduced legislation to require all voting machines to produce a voter-verified paper trail. Holt today responded to the growing chorus of concern from election reform specialists and computer security experts about the integrity of future elections by introducing reform legislation, The Voter Confidence and Increased Accessibility Act of 2003. The measure would require that by 2004 all voting machines produce an actual paper record voters can view to check the accuracy of their votes and that election officials can use to verify votes in the event of a computer malfunction, hacking, or other irregularity. Experts often refer to this paper record as a “voter-verified paper trail.”
Progressives know that in our system, access to government and to elected officials is bought and paid for by campaign contributions. Most citizens of Columbus know this, regardless of their political leanings.
Conflicts-of-Interest
But it is rare, if ever, that Campaign Finance initiatives contain conflict-of-interest provisions. Of the 48 tax abatements granted by the city from 1998 to 2000, almost half were to entities that contributed to Columbus City Council members or the two Mayors. If you include money from those entities that received TIFs, (Tax-Increment Financing) “Economic Development Subsidies,” and unbid contracts, the vast majority of campaign funds come from those doing business with the city. So what can be done?
Gregory Palast
Thank God for freedom of the press. At least it’s working in Britain. The Freep honors Gregory Palast, a British journalist, as its hero. Palast’s reporting on the Bush family finances, their staged CIA-style demonstration elections in Florida and Bush, Sr.’s worldwide intervention for western corporations which then results in kickbacks to Jr.’s campaign coffers, are better than anything you’ll read in the U.S. press. Of course, U.S. corporate conglomerates, their CEOs, CFOs, directors and officers are precisely the people that Palast has been outing in his articles for the London Observer and other media outlets. Check him out at gregpalast.com.
The Free Press Salutes
Governor Taft
Digest of Education Statistics.
National Priorities Project.
Center for Budget and Policy Priorities.
World Game Institute
Hi, I just want to say THREE CHEERS!!!! We have to believe truth will set us free... and it’s about time someone besides Michael Moore took umbrage with the BS of polls suggesting this imbecile, cold blooded KILLER is a popular leader... like you nailed it, if the press wasn’t so into a sycophant role of laying Hosannas as this antiChrist’s (?) feet, maybe we’d see an uproar... it’s a mixture of “give ‘em cake” mixed with “a sucker is born every minute,” with a final dose of “short attention span theater” thrown in... I hear 60’s songs in my head now, as if resurrecting the all but forgotten dreams, that our generation, like Hamlet, not forget our almost blunted purpose... to maintain LIGHT in the world as these dark lords rise to ascendancy on might alone... knowing JUSTICE slows down the other guy, the ones who “give a damn about their fellow man....” If Gore starts the liberal radio network, 60’s music to re-rouse our ideals would be a good start. After all, seems to me all the hate in rap and all the obscene boom box pounding is either Hiroshima’s revenge or some kind of atavistic drum pounding to signal war a’perpetually coming... thanks again.
In every superintendent’s administration comes a test of the character, cadence, register and resolve of its leadership. Columbus Public Schools has had no shortage of memorable opportunities that not only challenged the integrity and grit of the leadership, but defined it for those of us who were paying attention.
Believe it or not, animals have feelings too. We feel pain, sadness, happiness, grief, joy and disgust. We can be mischievous and irritable. We experience humiliation, pride and love. Most humans don’t see it, but we are emotionally a lot like you. Would you eat your friends?
“The decision that has led millions of people to stop eating other animals is not rooted in arid adherence to diet or dogma, but in the desire to eliminate the kinds of experiences that using animals for food confers upon beings with feelings,” said a wise human, Karen Davis, PhD, Prisoned Chickens, Poisoned Eggs, 1996.
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It didn’t take me seven days, the length of mourning for the dead in Judaism, to read Sitting Shiva – more like seven hours straight. But it was time well spent with the first book of Elliot Feldman’s Detroit trilogy. There’s a dash of Elmore Leonard here, mixed with a pinch of Bukowski’s realism, but I like to think of the terse prose as Hemmingway on acid.
Not that Feldman wrote the book on acid, but it reads like a Woodstock generation acid flashback. Feldman’s been a cartoonist since the 60s, appearing in the early underground press including Detroit’s legendary Fifth Estate. His ten illustrations give the book that 70s Hunter S. Thompson/Ralph Steadman feel.
Having worked 20 years in Hollywood crafting one-liners and game shows for TV producers, Feldman doesn’t waste prose. When he’s funny, it’s often poignantly so. The lines are honed into gritty, tragic humor reflective of the fate of my hometown, the Motor City.