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10 November 2011

Adios! Adios! ... Por Un Tiempo Poquito ... Miss American Pie


So, I just get back to Manhattan yesterday after about 3 weeks in a formerly Communist country and nearly a week seeing the fam in Londonistan in a bankrupt - financially, morally, ethically, intellectually, and where even standing along the street to honour the fallen from Afghanistan or Iraq can get you arrested, but Islamists protesting both wars are golden - country where the free speech police are becoming worse than anything that Lech Walesa ever stood down or even the GESTAPO and what do I find?

A Federal judge has ruled that schools may ban the American flag that can be crapped on or burned, but it can't be worn on a celebration day created by advertisers on Madison Avenue.  So, Mexicans beat the French in a minor skirmish and we're supposed to hide the American flag and break out the Mexican flag?  No offence, but but big whoop!  Even after several shots of tequila, I could still beat the French military with a pair of Louboutins and a nail file.  

Yada, yada, yada, name a country France has beat on its own since Napoleon.  I can't hear you and I don't have all day to wait for you to come up with an answer.  It's like two eunuchs comparing who has the biggest penis.  Wait!  Forget the tweezers and magnifying glass, let me borrow the CANARIAS telescope.  And, Mexicans want to honour their big victory over a military eunuch that was researched for as an excuse market beer and margaritas?  Well, hot damn, the next think you are going to tell me is that we are going to have some special holiday celebrating the Battle of the Spurs to sell fish and chips on Her Majesty's official birthday.

If there are people in 1,000 years, they will call this time in civilisation the PreIdioticPostLostTheirFuckingMindsZoic Era.  Hopefully, they will not give out trophy degrees to study it.  One asinine population occupying several generations is enough and we don't want the virus to spread.

Bienvenido to the United Idiots of America!  Khrushchev was right.  No guns will ever be needed.

In all seriousness, this case is important.  It involves a quartet of California boys, who wore American flag t-shirts on Cinco de Mayo, and were sent home from school for giving the proverbial bird to the Hispanic children on "their day."  In case anyone forgets, this school is on American soil.  It is funded by American taxpayers.  It is stocked with American textbooks.  It is not Mexican, Honduran, Spainish, French, German, British or anything else.  If you are going to allow this idiotic decision to stand, Mr & Ms Overpaid Pol, then I want to drive on the left side of the road; otherwise, I am throwing the discrimination flag.  Besides, I'm already pissed off with your discriminatory tanning bed tax.  Does Michelle or Barack have to worry about getting tans?  Nope....only ghostly white people like me.  (It's really that hatred thing he has for Brits.  I know and don't try to convince me otherwise.  :-)).

You would imagine that The Professional Left would be aghast at this First Amendment violation.  You would also be extremely wrong.  Dahling, this ain't your father's Amerika anymore!

Apparently it isn't a free speech violation, according to a Federal judge.
U. S. District Court Judge James Ware was ruling in a case involving students at Live Oak High School in Morgan Hill, CA, who were banned from wearing American flag t-shirts on the Mexican holiday in 2010.
The judge determined that the Morgan Hill Unified School District did not violate the First Amendment and said that concerns by school officials over possible violence justified censoring the pro-American message.
“The school officials reasonable forecast that Plaintiff’s clothing could cause a substantial disruption with school activities, and therefore did not violate the standard set forth – by requiring that Plaintiff’s change,” the judge wrote.

It's a sad day in this country when it is politically correct to censor out the American flag.

Now on the bright side:

This decision will not stand. See: Tinker v. Des Moines Independent Community School District, 393 U.S. 503 (1969), Texas v. Johnson, 491 U.S. 397 (1989), Cohen v. California, 403 U.S. 15 (1971), Smith v. Goguen, 415 U.S. 566 (1974), and United States v. Watts, 394 U.S. 705 (1969).

In Tinker, the Court ruled the students have 1st Amendment, including free speech, rights. If Tinker can protest the Vietnam War with an article of clothing, then these kids can wear the American flag on Cinco de Quattro, as our Dear Leader likes to say. (BTW: The possibility of violence is bogus charge.  The Federal judge needs to look at incitement caselaw, which holds that incitement speech MUST be both likely to cause IMMINENT ACTION that is LAWLESS IN NATURE . It was much worse under Tinker.  Even the fighting words doctrine enunciated in Chaplinsky v. State of New Hampshire, 315 U.S. 568 (1942), since the speech, by its very utterance, "fails(s) to inflict injury or tends to incite an immediate breach of the peace."  The American flag is now to be held as tending to incite an immediate breach of the peace?  Who knew?

If Johnson can burn an American flag in protest, then students can wear an American flag in protest.

If Cohen can wear a "Fuck the Draft!" patch on the back of his jacket to court, then these kids can wear American flag shirts, boxers, pins, etc.

If Gougen can wear the American flag on the seat of his arse, then these kids can wear shirts with the American flag on them on a day commemorating a minor Mexican, military victory and marketing ploy dreamed up on Madison Ave by the Edward Bernays of our day.

If Watts can threaten to kill the POTUS should he be drafted and have his free speech rights protected, then the kids in the instant case should have their free speech right protected, too.

And, if you don’t like 'dem apples and with your wisdom, experience, multiculturalism, intellectualism, and massive ego, know that Mexico beckons. Answer the sirens' call, por favor.

It's a day like this that makes me think of this song, which was a "Golden Oldie" for a wee, British lass even back then, but I still loved it growing up and I still love it now.  My dad really loved and played the hell out of the album or 8-track or whatever.  I think he, as a Jew who had family perish in the Holocaust, could see a lot more about the future back then than most people.  (Yes, fellow contrarians, I know about whom Don McClean is singing, but I think that there is a bigger message.  My dad sure thought so.............The death of "innocence" and a semblance of an ordered, moral public).


Memories provided by Dad.  Music & Lyrics by Don McLean.   Music to read by:







(or this one, if the reception is bad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tr-BYVeCv6U&feature=related)


A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died 

...


So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die


This'll be the day that I did
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die


Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing


Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die


Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
 Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing


Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die


Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing


Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die


I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing

 
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
they were singing


Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die 

Lyrics & Music by Don McLean 






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A Circus Parade of Freaks, Anti-Semites, Bare-Breasted Ladies, Radicals, Pinkos, and Hardly An "Average, Hard-Working, Middle-Class American" In Sight

 

Go Galt. Screw Obama. 

 

Revenge of the Bankers! Love It! Love It! Love It!

 

Norway: A Tolerant, Inclusive, Diverse, Multicultural Society For Everyone...Except Jews...Part I

 

Mr & Ms Progressive, I Think That You Already Know Monsieur Petard, But Please Allow Me To Introduce You To Your Hoist

2 comments:

GaryR said...

Thanks.

wbhickok said...

Yup...
this is the one...

" Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died..."