Posted on 12/13/2002 12:26:55 PM PST by Mudboy Slim
"RightWinger Uprise!!"
(To be sung to the Eagles' "Tequila Sunrise!!")
RATS're Fearin' OUR Righteous Uprise...
'Cuz Slick Willie is gonna FRY...
Clinton's MINE!!
MUD is just a hired hand,
Working on the FReeps he plans to try...
McAuliffe's MINE!!
Folks, WE're Right when WE FReep RATS' clowns...
Justice Shall Be OURS Once Slick Goes Down...
He'll Be SQUEEEEEEALIN' LOUD!!
Slick wasn't just a-nother Lib'ral,
And MUD hadta FReep RATS' Lyin' SCUM!!
Slick, say "So long!!"
Folks, it's such a wondrous feelin'...
When we get Slick Re-Impeached!!
Truth can't be spin'd!!
Take another shot of courage,
Wonder why the RightWing never sung?!
Just know that The Righteous Shall Triumph!!
Slick's Chi-Com SCUM!!
It's another RightWinger Uprise,
This whole world won't be the same...
DemonRAT Shame!!
Ooo-ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo-ooo
FReegards...MUD
{c:intro}
[D] [Dsus4] [D] [Csus9] [G/B] [G]
I woke up this morning and the sun was gone,
Turned on some music to start my day,
And lost myself in a familiar song.
I close my eyes and I slip away... [G/B] [Am] [Em/G] [D]
{c:chorus}
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
And I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk a-way,
I see my Marianne walking away.
[G] [D/F#] [Em7] [D]
So many people have come and gone,
Their faces fade as the years go by;
Yet I still recall as I wander on, as clear as the sun In the summer sky.
{c:chorus}
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
And I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk a-way,
I see my Marianne walking away.
[Bm] [A] [G] [D/F#]Hey! [Asus4] [A]
{c:solo}
A | D G/D G | D/F# A | D G/D G | D/F# A | D G | Bm A | D G/D Bm G/D | Em G/D Asus4 A | G |
When I'm tired and thinking cold,
I hide in my music, forget the day and
Dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slips away.
[Csus2] [A][Dsus2] [Dsus4]She [D]slipped [Csus2] [G/B] [D] [Dsus4]away [Csus2] [G/B] [G] [D] [Dsus4] [Csus2] [G/B] [D] [Dsus4] [Csus2] [G/B][Am] [Em/G] [D]
{c:chorus} It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
And I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk a-way,
I see my Marianne walking away.
Pre...MUD
Don't be so sure, li'l missy...MUD
I wasn't specifically referring to you, now was I? LOL.
It'll be interesting to meet YOU!
*LOL* Oh, I don't know. The ones I've met are pretty okay once ye don't feed 'em hard liqour! *LOL*
LOL...that's why the lunch meeting is good since it's on a workday. Back when I was courtin' chicks lookin' fer a MateFerLife, my first date was ALWAYS fer lunch, 'specially if they were blind dates (aka the mystery numbers I'd find in my trousers the night after I tied one on at the Tobacco Company or Max's or BirdInTheHand or the DogHouse).
I was soooo much wiser then...MUD
'Specially not hard liquor...MUD
free dixie,sw
me too-got to head to work! DRAT!
free dixie,sw
Quando sono solo - When I am alone
sogno all'orizzonte - I dream of the horizon
e mancan le parole, - and fail to find the words,
si lo so che non c'è luce - since I know there is no light
in una stanza quando manca il sole, - in a place where there is no sun,
se non ci sei tu con me. - if you are not here with me.
Su le finestre - In the windows
mostra a tutti il mio cuore - on display to all is my heart
che hai acceso, - that you have ignited
chiudi dentro me - you locked up within me
la luce che - the light that
hai incontrato per strada. - you have encountered on the way.
Con te partirò - With you I'll leave
Paesi che non ho mai - Countries I have never
veduto e vissuto con te, - seen and lived with you,
adesso sì li vivrò. - now I will indeed live them.
Con te partirò - With you I'll leave
su navi per mari - on ships on the seas
che, io lo so, - that, I know it,
no, no, non esistono più, - no, no, I exist no more
con te io li vivrò. - with you I will live them.
Quando sei lontana - When you are far away
sogno all'orizzonte - I dream of the horizon
e mancan le parole, - and fail to find the words,
e io sì lo so - and I, yes, I know
che sei con me, - that you are with me
tu mia luna tu sei qui con me, - you my moon you are here with me
mio sole tu sei qui con me - my sun you are here with me
con me con me. - with me with me.
Con te partirò - With you I'll leave
Paesi che non ho mai - Countries I have never
veduto e vissuto con te, - seen and lived with you,
adesso sì li vivrò. - now I will indeed live them.
Con te partirò - With you I'll leave
su navi per mari - on ships on the seas
che, io lo so, - that, I know it,
no, no, non esistono più, - no, no, I exist no more,
con te io li rivivrò. - with you I will relive them.
Con te partirò - With you I'll leave
su navi per mari - on ships on the seas
che, io lo so, - that, I know it,
no, no, non esistono più, - no, no, I exist no more,
con te io li rivivrò. - with you I will relive them.
Con te partirò. - With you I'll leave
Io con te. - I with you.
Muchas Gracias, SenoritaFracas...MUD
Tuesday noon?
Looks OK right now
Dude can sing, though...MUD
"The Right View: The Death of Heroes"
By David A. Keene
A few years ago in the wake of the release of "Saving Private Ryan" and the publication of Tom Brokaw's The Greatest Generation, it became almost commonplace to note the passing of the generation of Americans who braved the Great Depression, defeated the Nazis in Europe, the Japanese in Asia and handed us all a richer, stronger and perhaps better nation than they'd inherited.
The truth of that commonplace idea struck me as the New Year began with the passing of two men I have known and admired. Joe Foss and Jay Hubbard both died early on New Year's Day and neither will be forgotten by anyone who knew them. Joe was 87 and Jay was 80.
They were both Marines. Joe was America's greatest ace, having downed some 26 Japanese planes during the defense of Guadalcanal in 1942. He was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor by President Roosevelt after having already won the Silver Star, Bronze Star, Distinguished Flying Cross and Purple Heart. He went on to become a television personality, was elected Governor of South Dakota, Commissioner of the American Football League and President of the National Rifle Association.
Tom Brokaw devoted an entire chapter to Joe's life in his book.
Jay spent World War II on the ground. He saw fierce fighting at Bougainville, Emirau, Guam and Okinawa as U.S. forces fought their way back across the Pacific following Pearl Harbor. After World War II, he too became an aviator and managed to see two more wars as a pilot. He led the air strikes in 1951 that made it possible for U.S. troops fighting in Korea finally take what became known to history as "Heartbreak Ridge." He retired as a brigadier general. The Marine Corps' aviation museum in Miramar, Calif., is named for him and he won every medal that Foss wore with the exception of the Congressional Medal of Honor.
Last year Jay told my son (his grandson) that while he enjoyed "Saving Private Ryan," he found it impossible to sit through a more recent movie. Mel Gibson's "We Were Soldiers" detailed the horrors that took place during the battle for Vietnam's Ia drang Valley. Although Jay was in Vietnam when the battle took place, that isn't what got to him. "We faced exactly the same thing for four days at Bougainville," he told the boy, "and I just didn't need to live through that again." He knew that Hell is just that regardless of what you call it.
It is important that we forget neither these men nor what they did for us. A year or so ago, Joe was flying to New York. He had his Medal of Honor in his briefcase because he always feared losing it if he put it in his checked baggage. The security guards who supposedly protect us from our newest enemies tried to confiscate the medal as a potential weapon; the incident that received national attention. "They had no idea what it was, but they weren't about to take it away from me after what I had to do to earn it." Joe told me. And they didn't.
These men were heroes and representative of the best of a generation that we are losing. They were citizen warriors who lived and fought in a dangerous world so that their children and grandchildren might live peacefully in one that would be a little safer for their efforts.
But they both knew that their will be new battles to fight and that others would have to do what they had done if we are to survive as a free people. Jay noted that his grandfather, who was born in 1833, served as an officer in the Union Army, recalling that: "he held me in his arms when I was an infant … as … he had been held by his grandfather who was a young soldier in our Revolutionary War. That somehow stirs me."
His sons, like Jay himself, were Marines and it was fitting that a few months ago when his granddaughter enlisted in the Army she flew to California to let him know.
I'm sorry they're gone. Joe and Jay both clung to life as valiantly as they fought for our freedoms and both of them made it into the New Year. Jay had told his family that making it to 2003, which marked both his 60th wedding anniversary and the centennial of manned flight, was his final goal. Jay's son might have been speaking for both he and Joe Foss when he said, "He may have crash landed into 2003 with his landing gear up and engine afire, but, by God, he made it."
But, then, heroes always do.
David Keene, chairman of the American Conservative Union, is a managing associate with the Carmen Group, a D.C.-based governmental affairs firm
And will be speaking at CPAC...MUD
(conservativemusician on guitar...BigMan helpin' out)
Right woke up this morning and RAT scum was gone,
FReeped UP some music to start my day,
And lost myself in a mudboyslim song.
I close my eyes and I FReep away...
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
And I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see MariJane growin' fer FRee,
I see my Marianne walking away.
So many FReepers have come and gone,
Their ScreenNames fade as the years go by;
Yet I still recall as I wander on, as clear as the sun
In the summer sky.
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear Mudboy's songs that Limbaugh plays (more than a feeling)
And Right Begin Leading (RATwhore'd is reelin')
'Till I see Marianne walk a-way,
I see my Marianne walking away.
HEY!!!
(cm and BigMan workin' their axes in tandem)
Yes, I'm wired and thinking bold,
I hide in my music, forget the day and
Dream of a World Right used to know
I LOATHE Slick's LIES so I FReep away.
TRUTH FReeps awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!
(Guitars SQUEEEELIN')
It's more than a feeling (RATwhore'd be squeeealin!!)
When I hear FReeper songs Rush Limbaugh plays (SlickBoy BE SQUEEEEELIN'!!!!)
And MUD begins FReepin' (more than a feeling)
'Till I see MariJane growin FReeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! (LOL!!)
I see Dutch Reagan smilin' at me.
Mid...MUD
Yes Happygal, Landru was a bit weird. You might even say eccentric or quirky. In addition to his poor cultural tastes, I remember ol' Landru mostly for:
1. His poor fashion sense - after all, leisure suits and platform shoes are no longer stylish
2. That ill-fitting hairpiece
3. The yellow FORD pickup with all those Mark Martin stickers in the windows
4. The URDNAL vanity plates on his 67 FORD Mustang
5. His propensity to misspell at least one word in every post
6. Those wacky mirrors on the toes of his boots
7. The close bond he maintained with FReepers Arne Fufkin and Sabertooth.
Beats the heck outta that horrific comb-over he attempted fer all those years, and that bloody plug incident...BLEEECCCHHH!!
I yarf jist thinkin' 'bout Landru's hairplug incident...poor dude, but that Insurance Settlement sure made it all worthwhile...MUD
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