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"...not over 'til U C moose walkin' up the street."
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A TTTTTTT IIIIIII
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A A T I
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A A T I
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A A T I
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A A TTTTTTT IIIIIII
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january 3, 1999
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sTeAl tHIs ZinE.
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Welcome to this issue!
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----inthiszine:-----
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---merGer---mAdneSs-----
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------new-year's-WiShEs-------
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---prIme-clImbs-JacObSLaDDer--
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--CiGaRs-&-furry-animaLs------
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-----OuR-uSuAL-#'S&lEtTerZ----
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---------!-!-!----------------
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----------------------=)------
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have u seen spot?
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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-Road Rules is hitting the road to-
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- Latin America. An entire culture-
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- gets s u c k e d i n t o -
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- your e y e b a l l ! ! ! & -
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-C O M P L E T E L Y out of -
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- context. -
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Am I imagining it or does Kurt Loder
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look like a bad impersonation
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of himself???
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(PUBLISHER'S COLUMN)
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HAPPY MIM!
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In an effort to welcome in 1999, I, Prime Anarchist
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ask you which Roman Numerals YOU prefer for this year:
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MCMXCIX, MCMXCVIIII, MDCCCCLXXXXVIIII, OR MIM?
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I for one, prefer MCMXCIX, but that's me. It's completely
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up to you, for all is arbitrary -- nothing is "set in
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stone."
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"These are the people who died, died..."
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Sonny Bono, Abe Ribicoff, Ray Nitschke, Bella Abzug, Pol
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Pot, Sherry Lewis, James Earl Ray, Eldridge Cleaver, Bebe Robozo,
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Barry Goldwater, Dick McDonald, Nguyen Ngoc Loan, Alan Shephard,
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George Wallace, Jon Postel, Al Gore Sr, Lawton Chiles, Morris
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Udall, Mathew Shephard, Mike McAlary, Anita Hoffman.
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I attempted to keep them in date-order for when they expired.
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My apologies to the other 40 million or so less "famous" human
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beings who passed on in 1998.
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Equal prayers to all.
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Excepting you, Anita. You're in my prayers forever, Auntie.
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Can I say I don't like Seagram and Polygram mergering? OK. I'll
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say it anyhow.
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The music industry sucks enough already. Does the word sterile
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carry meaning? Now it's assured to be run wholesale by
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purveyors of rotted fruit and vegetable matter. And bad ones at
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that. I seldom like mergers, friendly or hostile buyouts and
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takeovers to begin with.
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But this one just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
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A 2nd C-130 was shot down this week over Angola. Am I the
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only 1 2 question these things? 2 C-130's down "right after Desert
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Fox." Some dead bodies to dispose of? Do we?
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Huh?
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Huh?? Huh!!!
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Theirs? Ours?
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The C-130 that went down in Angola (said't've hit a mountain...)
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right after Desert Storm was reputedly carrying a highly secret
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CIA cargo and no people. When that was announced no one asked
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further questions. I suggested hundreds of dead bodies over ice,
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if you'll remember. I stood alone.
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Let me end this column describing the job of a C-130.
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If the bodies are alive it will carry about 100 human beings;
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for the US government often-times follows the Geneva Convention
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rules of engagement.
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If the humans are dead a C-130 carries three hundred and change.
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Allow me to end this column vomiting my *&%$ing guts out.
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########################
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Which###brings##us######
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###2#the##(#'s)#run#####
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4#9901021905#hours#CDT## http://www.cybergrrlz.com
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##&#have##an#ice##day#=) http://www.botree.com/raw
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######################## http://clandyken.com
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http://www.abbiemovie.com
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have http://www.freespeech.org
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you http://fly.to/zine-express
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seen http://www.givemeadollar.com/Hof16.htm
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spot http://home1.gte.net/docthomp
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? http://www.title14.com/weird/weird.shtml
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http://www.meer.net/~johnl/e-zine-list/zines
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http://www.accessone.com/~rivero/POLITICS/COINTELPRO/cointelpro.html
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"I do what I always do in these
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cases: I put the message in a bottle,
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put the top on tightly with some chewing
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gum of chamoy which the sea gives me, I plant
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myself firmly by the side of the ceiba, with all
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my strength, I throw the bottle w/ the message very
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far. A trail of cloud gets it &, navigating, takes it
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to-to-wherever-it-knows-to-take-it. There goes the bottle.
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Whoever finds it can, by breaking it, break the silence
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and find some answers and many questions. Perhaps he
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will also be able to read..." Marcos
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-0- -0-
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HEREIN LIES INTERRED:
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OUR LETTERS AND ONIONS SECTION:
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-0- -0-
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> to ati@etext.org
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> For your chucklement...
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> On Mon, 28 Dec 1998, naked and free observed:
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> yeah i liked that one, too. it was kind of "poppy".
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> some guy i ordered pizza from today complimented me
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> on the Crass Concert T-shirt i was wearing today.
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> odd people, they are...
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> On Tu, 29 Dec 1998, doth quote the Bard:
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> Yep, I was in an IHOP one saturday nite. (2am sunday actually)
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> A man spied the patch on my shoulder... A big black 'A'
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> from a smashed M16-a1 rifle fitting into a circle making
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> a perfect poetical anarchy symbol.
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>Since my friend Dave gave me a bunch of them in '90,
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>I've been wearing one as a symbol of my commitment to
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>non-violent anarchy. The last couple years I had one on a
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> hat, but that year it was on my shoulder of the old BDU
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jacket I'd been issued in basic training. (some civilians won't
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>know that stands for battle dress uniform)
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Well, to make a long story short, still as funny as it
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deserves, this really drunk guy (you know the type, he served
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in such and such a year, and they trained him in kung fu, and
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he can kill you in 35 seconds with just his pinky and the right
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>pressure applied near the back of your ear...
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> that kind of drunk)
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> Well this guy thought my anarchy symbol on my beat up
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>old army jacket arm was the gigantic square A of an airborne unit.
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> "Airborne," he yelled across the room and
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> then swam to me as if we were old friends or some such.
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>Now with his Cutty Sark breath right up my nose, he told me
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>we were brothers because we served in the same unit.
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>Had his arms all around me, all buddy buddy out of nowhere,
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> "You're alright," he told me, he didn't give a rats ass if I
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> served in Nam, or Shield or Korea or didn't serve at all.
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> I'm his guy.
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> Yeah, I backed off a bit and thought of telling him what
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> the A stood for really, but realized quickly he would have
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no bloody idea what I meant, not even tomorrow afternoon when
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> all the crusty-buzz wears off.
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> So we shared a fist in the air and a scream of airborne,
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> I think I was almost 2/3 as excited sounding as he was!
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He didn't see me roll my eyes but just about everyone in the
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IHOP did and began laughing. We all shared a laugh, even old
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pinky-in-the-brain-stem; of course not knowing it was at
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> his expense. He went back to his coffee, but not without
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sharing another fist in the air and an Airborne RuHah! with,
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I think god, or his dead buddies, or something because he looked
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around the room to see who was with him and they (we) were
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all (each) looking somewhere else.
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> I left him to his myth, he probably doesn't even know what
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a Crass is besides maybe a rude comment. I sat down and got
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back to my coffee and my tuna-melt; and the hackerfriends I was
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hanging out with just thought it was the funniest IHOP incident
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since the time Chris Eliot from "Get a Life" and "Something
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About Mary" told me to "...go fuck [yourself]..." (his words,
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not mine.)
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> -=- but that's a whole other story -=-
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Great story, let's hear the Chris Elliot one.
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ALSO RECEIVED AT ATI@ETEXT.ORG :
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Not so funny, but not unexpected either.
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In America, it just isn't "Christmas" unless we
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put up a tree, toss the bums a dime, buy tons of
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useless plastic, stuff our fat faces, and have a
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bunch of "our boys" somewhere overseas, "fighting
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for peace" (like "fucking for virginity"), so we
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can all send "daddy" holiday greetings via satellite
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and cry the big tear while we sing "I'll Be Home For
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Christmas". For those of you who haven't figured this
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out yet, just pay closer attention next year.
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Merry Christmas.
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KNVB
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and...
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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Here is an idea for a political cartoon involving Iraq.
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Feel free to use it without attribution or recompense.
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It's a one-panel cartoon. As I envision it, on the
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right side is a sort of geographical border marked "Iraq".
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Inside this (over it) stands a hoard of emaciated children,
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clutching at a large bone labeled "food, health, education".
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At the left side of the panel stands President Clinton,
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pointing at the bone. At his feet is a little
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bulldog with the head of Tony Blair.
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The caption is: "Fetch!"
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and...
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Hi Marco,
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I suggest asking him by posting to: alt.fan.rawilson
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and thanks for all the
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great insights over the
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past couple years.
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Take care.
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Mimi
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>Sure thing, Mimi.
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>Too bad you're not into it anymore,
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>but then I always knew it wasn't
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>for everybody.
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>Any chance Mr. Wilson's interested in it?
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>marco
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>On Sun, 27 Dec 1998, Blackops wrote:
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>>Marc,
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>> I'm not reading this anymore and
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>> it takes a long time to download.
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>> Would you please remove me
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>> from your list.
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>>Thanks. Mimi
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and...
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to: ati@etext.org
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I know that if
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We keep envisioning
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a better world
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for us all,
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it will happen.
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Lets dream together...
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<{;<)=!!!!===(
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George (860)
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)()()()()()()(
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and another BROADSIDE tucked into an ATI zine...
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)()()()()()()(
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some alternative lyrics
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to a well-known Christmas song:
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By Some Friend of John Sloan's.
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(E)
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Good King Wenceslaus pigged out,
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(A)
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On a feast named Stephen,
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(E)
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When the snow lay 'round a-bout,
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(A)
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deep and crisp and even.
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(E)
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Brightly shouted thus the King,
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(A)
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(tho' he was quite cru-el),
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(E) (A) (E) (B7)
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Then a poor man came in sight,
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(E) (c#m)(A)(E)
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"Put him in my gru---u-------e-l!"
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-30-
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We now end with poetry by GirlX0
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Here is a poem I've written.
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It's kind of weird.
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I call it
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"Good-bye to a mockery of the heart"
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Dreams of that fruity place,
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Odd bouquets of flowers that frame my face.
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A waterfall fantasy that cascades the view,
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A sweet exchange...from me to you.
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"A kiss in the dark won't bring any harm",
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I whisper to you, your face becomes alert, but not in alarm.
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A fuzzy, serene feeling...a passing of love,
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Like the feel of your hand in a satin glove.
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The warmth, the tingle...aaw sweet joyous senses,
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With one little action, all evil for that moment condenses.
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You break our lock and begin to utter a word,
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I silence the sounds with another kiss,
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some things just must go unheard.
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I smile, so sweet and look at the dreamscape.
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I leave, not turning back,
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That rouge smile on your face...my heart cannot,
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will not once more take that attack.
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I can hear the ground as you begin to follow, a mock protest,
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But as it should be...the masquerade is put arest.
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We both know, maybe not in my mind...but in my heart,
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The play of my life, love isn't your part.
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You've already cast yourself as evil with your cheats and lies,
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Such evil isn't even forgivable...even if it had soft blue eyes.
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Through evil, you've taught me much,
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I know now the part of lead
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love must have more than a soft touch.
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Walking into reality, out of your illusion,
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How will I ever find who I truly need
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amongst this confusion?
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--Girl X
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Girlx0@aol.com
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From the biography of President John Quincy Adams:
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If only mankind could have the leadership it needed.
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Yet Adams found that history showed how unlikely
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this was because so many superior statesmen ultimately
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had been ruined by a passion for women.
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This pernicious vice, he claimed, was particularly
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deplorable in persons of high station, where it was
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often uncontrollable, leaving potentially great men
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with no more than the disgrace of a goat.
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Send all pheedbach 2 ati@etext.org
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"and then 5 moose each of differing size and stature
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went trolloping up Interstate 25.
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I watched one eat an entire goat in two quick bites."
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--journal note. 1990.
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