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991219 00:44
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I FOUND THE FOUR HORSEMEN
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by Prime Anarchist
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"We are not here to cross that line,
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but to abolish it."
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--Jacqueline, a 20 yr old Obelin College Student
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about School of the Americas.
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[ed note: picking up the civil rights movement where
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nana and grampa left off. Perhaps conscience skips
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a gen?]
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"I want 10,000 words, Thompson! You hear me??"
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Pat Robertson in his peroxide beard and lily white
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toupe atop his head.
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Who are the three middle-aged white men he sits
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with ramming their fear-oriented cult mind manipulation
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down viewers hoary eyeballs? Kenneth Copeland, or should
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I leave all names out? Nah!
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Wait, that's NOT Pat Robertson, or is it? Let's not
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libel the guy, eh?
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I change the channel and TNT's repeating Bill Murray
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playing ole Rev. Stockton Thompson in "Where the Buffalo
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Roam," Ah, memories.
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So much for my self-imposed twenty minute limit of TV
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for the whole day. Hard to hold to, peeps. This is what
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happens to me when CNN, MTV, and VH1 (are there ANY networks
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that AREN'T trying so diligently to grow into a three-letter-
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agency???) are disseminating lies, propaganda or bad ads.
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Or all three, perhaps.
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How much do I loathe Jim Palmer's Money Store? Let me
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count the ways. Take it back to pre-Phil Ruzzuto, huh? Is
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there EVER gonna be a "fast forward" for "live" TV ads?
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Until then I surf once around everytime Hunter's show breaks.
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Gross Pointe Blank. John Cusack. Minnie Driver. Wow. Did
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I miss another good one? Should I have gone to the big screen
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yet another time? Oh well. It's just as profound in my little
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box I guess.
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"Riot cops kill protesters, that's indiscriminate; I don't
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do that," Cusack tells Driver while bottoming out.
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Hi, I'm Prime and you're not. This is ATI issue 203.
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The moon is somewhere between half and full. Ask your coyote,
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I just don't know, and I'm NOT going to grab a newspaper
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just to find out.
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They caught a guy with two jars of nitro and 100 lbs of urine
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in his car. Hey, you'd piss yourself too if while holding something
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so volatile you had to have someone official-looking point a
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rocketlauncher at your family jewels and scream "Drop 'em!"
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But seriously, folk. First I heard o' this a couple hours ago,
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one of the "legit" [cough, laugh, giggle, squirm, cough] press
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told us it was 200 pounds of nitro, a trunk full or urea, and he was
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Lebanese... flip chans -- you hear "nitro and urea and there may be
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plutonium..." grab a shortwave, and you find out he's Liberian, and
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not Lebanese. If this follows other bombings [& attempts] in the US
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except the UN the last two decades, then within a week we'll find
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out he was some blonde guy from Montana who went to way too much church,
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read way too much Spotlight magazine, listened to way too much Rush
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Limberger, and had way too much time on his hands. Oh and he heard
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voices that Clinton was the antichrist and must be stopped by blowing
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up the world.
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Two rockets are trying to launch the past week and a half. There's
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been delays. One's a Shuttle, looks like a pregnant Tonka truck, and
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the other, well. How DO you describe it? It's either a goofy looking
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penis or a snake that ate a rat the size of Laramie, Wyoming. Anyhow
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it seems like the monkee god keeps dropping cocanuts on the NASA guys'
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heads, because they just can't get 'em up.
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Oh well, their problem, I'm sure they'll work it out. Call Pfizer.
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There was a man who entered a local paper's pun contest. He sent in
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ten different puns, in the hopes that at least one of the puns would
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win. Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.
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NYC had a full week without a single classical guitar performance.
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At least not ones that are "big enough" or "PC" enough to be added in
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the New York Slimes.
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I got a letter to the editor published in Gear Magazine this month.
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Should I reprint it here? Nah, maybe next month. Get it at a newsstand.
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Help out Mr. Bob. (you know, the Guccione guy)
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A journalist WITHOUT a Kachina
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Is like a paragraph
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Without context.
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Not quite a haiku, but there you have it.
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Prime Outa... |