“I’m Just A Singer (In A Rock And Roll Band)” - The Moody Blues

I'm just a wandering on the face of this earth
Meeting so many people
Who are trying to be free
And while I'm traveling I hear so many words

Language barriers broken
Now we've found the key
And if you want the wind of change
To blow about you
And you're the only other person to know, don't tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.

A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist
We got to agree
A thousand miles can lead so many ways

Just to know who is driving
What a help it would be
So if you want this world of yours
To turn about you
And you can see exactly what to do
Please tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.

How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
Who are only destroying themselves
And when you see a frightened
Person who is frightened by the
People who are scorching this earth.

I'm just a wandering on the face of this earth
Meeting so many people
Who are trying to be free
And while I'm traveling I hear so many words

Language barriers broken
Now we've found the key
And if you want the wind of change
To blow about you
And you're the only other person to know, don't tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.

How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
Who are only destroying themselves
And when you see a frightened
Person who is frightened by the
People who are scorching this earth.

Music is the traveller crossing our world
Meeting so many people bridging the seas
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.
We're just the singers in a rock and roll band.
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band...

“One” - Three Dog Night

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
'Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

One is the loneliest number, whoa-oh, worse than two
It's just no good anymore since you went away
Now, I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday

One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

One is the loneliest
One is the loneliest
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

It's just no good anymore since you went away
(number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
(number)

One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
(number)
One...! (Number one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do)
(number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
(number)
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

Wake up. Think. Open your eyes. Expand your horizons. Begin thinking critically.

Or, just keep your head buried in the sand regarding anything I post that questions your politics..

Your choice.

Ironically, yes, they did. Seriously.

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The thing about artificial intelligence is this: garbage in, garbage out. An AI is only as smart, and as correct, as the person or persons who created the software.

Stop letting a machine do it, and think for yourself. There are far better and more reliable sources of info than a software written by individuals with personal prejudices and agendas.

Your rights end where mine begin. It is a criminal act to intentionally interfere with the expression of free speech of others. Denying others of their 1st Amendment rights by interrupting a church service is not protected speech, no matter how hard you try to spin it.

Storming a church and interrupting the peaceable assembly of others can be charged as a crime, because it is.

Yes. Racism seems to have made a resurgence, but not in the manner you infer it has. In this latest, more modern iteration, it is strictly and completely voluntary. The black victimization activists and Leftist race grifters are calling for a new segregation, one not based on any actual systemic white supremacy, but one based on Black separatism.

I remember when it was bad to believe in the doctrine of “separate but equal.” Now, it is perfectly acceptable, so long as your skin is a politically correct shade, and not too pale, of course.

Indeed, the audacity of calling a country that elected a half-black man to be POTUS not once but twice, and where the wealthiest woman in the world is Oprah Winfrey, and thousands of black men and women belong to the millionaires club, is palpable. It is staggeringly mind numbing to hear many insisting it is now worse for black people in this nation than it was in 1925!

What rot!

But, do go one. Please. Perpetuate that myth. Keep claiming America is racist merely because white people live here. Ignore the unapologetic racism of Leftist activists and black separatist race grifters who get richer with each manufactured outrage, which oddly always seems to be the fault of whitey for some reason.

This is racism is being projected onto those who have committed the cardinal sin of being born white, by those who profit most from the division it creates. Up is down, war is peace, and ignorance is power in a world turned upside down by those who, failing to find racism in our society, create it themselves and then reward themselves richly for calling it out. It is a world in which the only people who can now be safely discriminated against are the ones who are melanin lacking, and those who profit from discrimination this laugh on the way to the bank.

“Back In Baby’s Arms” - Patsy Cline

I'm back in baby's arms
How I missed those lovin' arms
I'm back where I belong
Back in baby's arms

Don't know why we quarreled
We never did before
Since we found out how it hurt
I bet we never quarrel anymore

I'm back in baby's arms
How I missed those lovin' arms
I'm back where I belong
Back in baby's arms

Thought I didn't need his love
'Til he took it away
Now I'm back where I belong
And in my baby's arms, I'm gonna stay

I'm back in baby's arms
How I missed those lovin' arms
I'm back where I belong
Back in baby's arms
Back in baby's arms
Back in baby's arms

“Still the One” - Orleans

We've been together since way back when
Sometimes I never want to see you again
But I want you to know, after all these years
You're still the one I want whisperin' in my ear

You're still the one I want to talk to in bed
Still the one that turns my head
We're still having fun, and you're still the one

I looked at your face every day
But I never saw it 'til I went away
When winter came, I just wanted to go (wanted to go)
Deep in the desert, I longed for the snow

You're still the one that makes me laugh
Still the one that's my better half
We're still having fun, and you're still the one

You're still the one that makes me strong
Still the one I want to take along
We're still having fun, and you're still the one (yes, you are)

Ooh
Ooh

Changing, our love is going gold
Even though we grow old, it grows new

You're still the one that I love to touch
Still the one and I can't get enough
We're still having fun, and you're still the one

You're still the one who can scratch my itch
You're still the one that I wouldn't switch
We're still having fun, and you're still the one

You are still the one that makes me shout
Still the one that I dream about
We're still having fun, and you're still the one

You're still the one
You're still the one
We're still having fun, and you're still the one

If it works, don’t fix it.

Nope. Homes in the high desert of the Great Basin are normally heated with propane or natural gas central heating furnaces. Many supplement with either pellet or wood stoves.

In the Midwest, a lot of homes built in the 50s and 60s had all electric heat, which is expensive as of late. Many older homes built prior to the 1950s had fuel oil heating. Many of those have been upgraded to propane or natural gas now. Some have central wood burning heating that operate just like a propane furnace or even exterior wood burners that heat water for radiant heating.

Those dipshits in Sacramento running California are forcing all new construction to heat with electric only, without bothering to upgrade the grid to handle the extra demand. Wood stoves are being banned in a lot of areas. There are going to be a lot of disappointed people who live in the Sierras and in the north who are going to be miserable come winter and the power goes out, which it always does whenever the wind picks up.

We lived in a house during the 1970s that used radiators with hot water heated by electricity. You could hear the water flushing through the pipes when it operated. We learned real fast not to touch the pipes during the winter.

Some people, mostly teenagers, think that’s a normal flavor for American lagers.

Skunk beer is beer that is either old or has been exposed to heat or light. Think Miller High Life in the clear bottles.

Not all Continental lagers are immune to that, either. Pilsner Urquell in the green bottles gets skunky after a while.

Inconceivable. Narcissists love only themselves.

Shocked! Shocked, I am, that you have somehow managed to see past the end of your own nose in order to notice something! Do you know why yours is the only one I come back at? It’s because you are the only one who feels compelled to try to correct me, the few times I comment.

Cry me a river, Karen. No one asks you to butt in with your negative commentary. No one has ever asked you to “correct” their opinions, but there you are, every time, Ms. Annie Buzzkill, inserting yourself with your self-righteous attitude, as if your opinion is the only one that matters.

And, not surprisingly, you’ve whipped out your misogyny card and are waving it around, yelling, “Woman hater! We have a woman hater over here!”

I knew it was just a matter of time before you started crying “woman hater” simply because you have no valid arguments.

Leftist, thy name is predictability!

You’re nothing more but an overblown Socialist troll with an inflated sense of self-righteous moral superiority.

As for me, I think it’s hilarious that you get an eyeful of the head of my ERECT PENIS every time you post another one of your patronizing comments in answer to any one of my posts! That’s my dick you’re forced to see every time you feel compelled to get in the last word!

LOOK AT MY DICK! LOOK AT IT!

Now, I’m ready for your next post, an ad hominem attack about penis size or some other random characteristic of mine, because that is the fallback position Leftists always go to when they have no valid counterpoint to make!

Fire your best shot, Karen Buttinski!

“Shake Hands With Beef” - Primus

There's a time for lies
And a time for truth
I say, eye for an eye
Eye for a tooth

When I roamed young
I'd scavenge around
Every nook and cranny
Of our little town

It's nice, so nice, to be

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

She's so fine
She's so sweet
Mom and Pop they raised her
On huge slabs of meat
She's fine

A man of nine
Water derby day
26 pumps
On a Crossman
And it's time to play
It's nice, so nice, to be

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
P byuff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
Shake hands with beef

You can do whatever you want, honey. You’re going to, anyway, no matter how stupid and petty it is.

I grew up in region where that was strictly discouraged by my peers. No one I knew even considered it or admitted to it. If you did, you were picked on mercilessly by the other kids.

Even comparing parts with a girl was taboo, and none of the girls I knew back then ever tried to show me anything more than a flash of panty. There were only two who did that, and that was before 6th grade.

Hah! Look at all that “global warming” coming down!

Just because we can, it does not mean we should. To become reliant on technology for every single aspect of one’s life is to surrender one’s autonomy.

One becomes a slave to someone else’s hardware or software.

There is now an entire generation of people today who, if the internet suddenly were to be shut off tomorrow, would have no idea how to fend for themselves. They don’t bother to learn any useful skills, including how to keep themselves fed and warm, simply because they can just look it up on their devices. They know no more than the minimum required to operate a fragile electronic device.

And, do not forget this wise maxim as it pertains to internet information: Garbage in, garbage out. The information is only as good as the idiot who enters it.

There is a difference between knowledge and information. They are not the same thing. Our modern society is woefully short of the former, and completely saturated with the latter.

Saw a girl in a new one in Lovelock, Nevada back in the 80s. She was parked on a slight incline and the gears were out of sync. She couldn’t get it to go into reverse.

Piece of shit socialist commie car.

I shouldn’t have had to.

Keep nit picking. It gives you something to do.

“Pushit” - Tool

I saw the gap again today
While you were begging me to stay
Take care not to make me enter
If I do, we both may disappear

Know that I will choke until I swallow
Choke this infant here before me
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge or strike you down?

But you're
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me

You still love me, you still love me
But you didn't need to push it on me
You still love me, you still love me
But you didn't need to push it on me

Rest your trigger on my finger
Bang my head upon the fault line
You better take care not to make me enter
'Cause if I do, we both may disappear

But you're
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me

You still love me, you still love me
But you didn't need to push it on me
You're pushin' and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me

I'm slipping back into the gap again
I'm alive when you're touching me
Alive when you're shoving me down, yeah
But I'd trade it all
For just a little peace of mind

Push it on me, push it on me
Push it on me, push it on me
You're pushing, and shoving, and scrambling
To keep my feet flat on the ground

I am somewhere I don't wanna be, yeah

Push me somewhere I don't wanna be

You put me somewhere I don't wanna be

Seeing someplace I don't wanna see

Never want to see that place again

Saw that gap again today

While you were begging me to stay

Managed to push myself away

And you, as well, my dear

And if when I say I might fade like a sigh if I stay
You minimize my movement anyway
I must persuade you another way

Pushing and shoving, pushing and shoving, pushing me
There's no love in fear
Yeah, I'm staring down the hole again
Hands are on my back again
Survival is my only friend
Terrified of what may come, yeah
Remember I'll always love you
As I claw your fucking throat away
It will end no other way
It will end no other way

Serbia is not the U.S., in case you haven’t noticed.

Well, your sad existence does have some meaning, I guess. If you’re here, you’re not standing in front of cars on some city street somewhere cold right now. At least we can be thankful for that.

How many Yugos are on the road today?

Where were you when she said she was actively trying to take the masculinity out of the product? She all but said the image portrayed by the product represented “toxic masculinity,” as if her toxic feminism was any better.

And, why the fuck do you even care? Every time someone has a differing opinion on every petty or trivial little itsy-bitsy subject, there you are, arguing a pointless argument, as if your opinion on every little goddamned teeny-tiny lame-ass subject on the planet is the only one that matters. Don’t you have any hobbies, or is this it?

Jeezus Horatio Christ!

“Muscle of Love” - Alice Cooper

Aw, who's the queen of the locker room
Who's the cream of the crop
Poor Joey took her to the matinee
Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!"

Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle

Well, I must have come to that crazy age
Where ev'rything is hot
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking
Are normal thoughts or not

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Yeah
Ooh

I read Dad's books like I did before
Now things are crystal clear
Lock the door in the bathroom now
I just can't get caught in here

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Must be a gift from above
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It’s not the calories in beer that give men guts. It’s the female hormones in the barley used to make beer. The grains used to make beer contain phytoestrogens, a plant hormone that imitates female hormones.

Moderate beer consumption tend not to cause problems, including hormonal imbalances in men, but excessive consumption can cause hormonal issues, including gynecomastia in men.

Plus, beer contains a lot of sugars, too. Not all the sugars are consumed by the yeast during fermentation. Yeast begins to die off when the alcohol level reaches around 12-15% ABV.

Diabetics should not be drinking beer.

I used to like beer. I’ve tried all kinds, from an English beer called Old Peculiar, to San Miguel in the Philippines, and a big bunch in between.

Sadly, my beer drinking days are over. I have to limit anything made with wheat or barley to hardly any, because is makes me hurt all over. I can’t even drink bourbon anymore, and I love a good 80 proof bourbon.

I’m trying sake now, and I’m going to see what rums and tequilas do for me. Wine is fine, especially reds. I love a good cabernet!

“Let ‘Em In” - Paul McCartney

Someone knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody's ringing the bell
Do me a favour
Open the door and let 'em in, ooh yeah

Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody's ringing the bell
Do me a favour
Open the door, let 'em in, yeah, let 'em in

Sister Suzy, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil, and Don
Brother Michael, auntie Jin
Open the door, let 'em in, oh yeah

Sister Suzy, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil, and Don
Uncle Ernie, auntie Jin
Open the door, let 'em in, oh, yeah

Someone knocking at the door (whoo, whoo)
Somebody ringing the bell (whoo, whoo)
Someone's knocking at the door (whoo, whoo)
Somebody ringing the bell (whoo, whoo)
Do me a favour (whoo, whoo)
Open the door, and let 'em in (whoo, whoo)
Ooh yeah, yeah, let 'em in now (whoo, whoo)

Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do-do, do-do, do, do

Sister Suzy, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil and Don, ooh
Uncle Ernie, Uncle Ian
Open the door, let 'em in, oh, yeah, yeah

Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Do me a favour
Open the door and let 'em in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I mean cheap as in it is a low class Walmartian grain beverage. I’m not going to call it beer, because it is not beer.

Calling is “beer” is like calling a Yugo a “car."

My dog knows me by sight. She knows my pickup, too. She recognizes it when I come up the driveway. She also knows my mother-in-law’s car by sight.

Bud Light is not beer. It’s a travesty, merely a cheap imitation of what beer is supposed to be. It’s piss water right out of the container, before it goes through your kidneys. Even before that pretentious weirdo became its spokes “person,” I would not have even used it to put out my hair if it was on fire.

The main reason it became as popular as it was, aside from the cheap price, was marketing. Quality, body, and flavor has had absolutely nothing to do with why it was at the top of the heap. It’s effect beer; people drink it for the effect, not for the taste or mouth feel.

And then, they had to promote up a Peter Principle candidate to head the Bud Light division, someone who thought she was smarter than anyone else in the room.

Anheuser-Busch got what it deserved when it entrusted the fate of perhaps the most profitable product in their line-up to a 4th wave feminist social justice hack.

She was definitive proof that education does NOT equate to intelligence.

No pics necessary. That’s normal scrotal behavior. Your nuts need to be a few of degrees cooler than your body to function properly for sperm production. Nothing unusual about that at all.

I’ve never measured them, but a kid two years older than me told me mine were big in the junior high boys locker room after gym class back in the mid 70s.

“Under My Wheels” - Alice Cooper

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun

I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah-yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?

'Cause when you call me on the telephone saying
"Take me to the show"
And then I say "Honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home"

Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels

I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Got you under my wheels, yeah-yeah
I got you under my wheels

Ahh!

Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun

I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah-yeah-yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be? Yeah-yeah

Got you under my wheels, yeah-yeah
I got you under my wheels, wheels, wheels
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you, got you

Under my wheels, got you under my wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels

No one knows I’m posting dick pics on this site!

Hard cocks and pussy lips, all day long!

“Go To Hell” - Alice Cooper

For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell
For g@mbling and drinking alcohol constantly
For making us doubt our parents authority
For choosing to be a living obscenity
You can go to Hell

You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
You'd poison a blind man's dog and steal his cane
You'd gift wrap a leper
And mail him to your Aunt Jane
You'd even force-feed a diabetic a candy cane
You can go to Hell

You're something that never should have happened
You even make your Grandma sick
For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat
Refusing to act your age
For all of the decent citizens you've enraged
You can go to Hell

“Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word” - Elton John

What do I got to do to make you love me?
What do I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
And awake to find that you're not there

What do I do to make you want me?
What do I got to do to be heard?

What do I say when it's all over?
Sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad (so sad) so sad
It's a sad sad situation

And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad (so sad) so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh, it seems to me that sorry seems to be the hardest word

It's sad (so sad) so sad
It's a sad sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad (so sad) so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh, it seems to me that sorry seems to be the hardest word

What do I do to make you love me?
Oh-oh-oh
What do I got to do to be heard?

What do I do when lightning strikes me?
What have I got to do?
What have I got to do?
When sorry seems to be the hardest word

Oh, I would, most definitely! It’s a fantasy I’ve had since I was 16! I even dreamed about it one night.

If I could suck my own cock, I’d never leave the house!

“Some Girls” - The Rolling Stones

Some girls give me money
Some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry
That I never thought I'd own

Some girls give me diamonds
Some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to
I don't ever want it back

Some girls give me jewelry
Others buy me clothes
Some girls give me children
I never asked them for

So give me all your money
Give me all your gold
I'll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Some girls take my money
Some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back
And leave me with a lethal dose

Yeah
French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine

English girls they're so prissy
I can't stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook
I don't want them to ever call at all

White girls they're pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don't have that much jam

Chinese girls are so gentle
They're really such a tease
You never know quite what they're cooking
Inside those silky sleeves

Give me all you money
Give me all your gold
I'll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Yeah, baby, why don't you please come home?

Some girls they're so pure
Some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children
I only made love to her once

Give me half your money
Give me half your car
Give me half of everything
I'll make you world's biggest star by half

So give me all your money
Give me all your gold
Let's go back to Zuma beach
I'll give you half of everything I own

“Hooker With A Penis” - Tool

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s
And a dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, new tattoos
That claimed that he was OGT
Back from '92, from the first EP

And in between sips of Coke, he told me
That he thought we were selling out
Layin' down, suckin' up to the man

Well now, I've got some advice for you, little buddy
Before you point the finger, you should know that I'm the man
I'm the man, and you're the man, and he's the man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass

All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumb fuck
I sold out long before you'd ever heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit
And then you bought one

I've got some bad advice for you, little buddy
Before you point your finger, you should know that I'm the man
If I'm the fuckin' man, then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass

All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumb fuck
I sold out long before you'd ever heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit
And then you bought one

All you read and wear or see and hear on TV
Is a product begging for your fat-ass, dirty dollar
Shut up and buy, buy, buy my new record
And buy, buy, buy, send more money

Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy