MEMO TO FOLK SONGWRITERS: Put away those gittars, and the unfinished lyrics about a ‘Pore Boy Trayvon’.
The Left has a new crop of young people with no memory of the games they played in the 60’s and 70’s to make asses of again.
They will play on their good will and well instilled fear of being named “racists” until the young ones realize they are being emotionally manipulated by liars and theives.
I wonder how many young people even know what these witch-hunting fascists did to the Lax players at Duke.
Wrappers don't play gittar.
July 03, 2008 Wasting Creeps Obviously, when not busy trying to take back the night, "Charles Bronson" sat around at home making some primitive, phased, cheapo punk, writing songs about all the creeps on the street ("Streets Without Creeps", "What Do You Do When Your Son Is a Creep"), all the greedheads that interfere with his work plans ("Paul Kersey Architect"), and how to blow all the said creeps off the street (yes, "Rocket Launcher"). Aquarius Records, carrying the disc, says on their site: "Definitely something you hear on WFMU at 3AM." Bronson: "Punk Rock Creeps" (MP3)