NOBUNNY FOR PRESIDENT!!! That’s the only official KLYAM political endorsement for today, at least from this guy. This song pretty much sums up my thoughts on politics.
This song is dedicated to anyone out there that supports SOPA or PIPA, or any other Constitution violating law. I will not be a happy camper if the government blacklists KLYAM.
Hahahaha! You can find more at this kickass site:
“To commemorate three decades of spoken word releases on Alternative Tentacles, the label has complied four budget-priced spoken word box sets for release this fall—two in September, two in October. The first set collects Noam Chomsky, the foremost political commentator of our time, on some of the major topics he has spoken about for the last few decades—state power, imperialism, free markets, transparency, and institutional secrecy.”
DISCLAIMER: This is the beginning of a piece I started (and stopped) writing two years ago because I got sick of explaining my political views. I never finished this amateur manifesto and in fact barely put a dent into. As of now, I really don’t have a desire to complete it, but someday I probably will. So, why am I posting it if it is not finished? you may ask. Well, in the traditions of Jay Reatard and Bradford Cox, both of whom we greatly admire at KLYAM, I’m presenting unfinished, skeletal material instead of searching for a perfect final product… sorta. Kind of like the way they have released demos, so you can see the process of their art. In any case, enjoy.
I was born on July 15, 1990 during the Bush I Administration. Naturally, I paid no attention to this goon and steered clear from the political scene for my first few years. As the 90s rolled along we moved to a new groove with the Clinton Administration. During Billy’s first term in office I remained silent, but of course silence makes me sick, so I roared when round two began. With no particular ideology in mind, at the age of five I voiced support for the “populist” goofy bastard over another goofy bastard, whom appeared to state his name after every sentence. To me (based on coloring books and TV appearances) the Clinton team seemed secure for a sophomore session, whereas the menacing, fumbling Dole fucks could not cut the deal. To me, Clinton was “presidential,” an extremely peculiar word that only means something to you if you favor the showbiz over the real action. The only quality I looked for in a future prez was being “presidential.” It’s sad that at five I mastered the average adult voter’s methods of choosing their leader.
With Meet the Presidents Coloring Book being my top read, this great, big concept of being “presidential” completely consumed my political intake for my childhood years. As the title misinforms the young readers, we meet 40 phonies (it was a little bit old) and of these phonies, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy became my favorite phony. JFK made me want to become President of the United States of America! I fervently advised my family and friends that I would become President one day. I responded to “What I wanted to be when I grew up?” with “President.” My parents endorsed me, my brothers…. did not, but what else can you expect from siblings?
But, back to my boy JFK. He became my hero and instead of ameliorating any possible athletic skills, I instead read several of his biographies and anything else I could find on the man. Strangely, I never delved into any assassination theories, since I’m usually fascinated by that stuff, but that’s a whole other story. In 3rd grade, I dressed up as Mr. Kennedy, my idol, and briefly told the class and parents about my life, accomplishments, and untimely death… without any notes, a feat no other student matched!
During these wild and crazy years in my youth (1996-2000)…
Glen Maganzini (left) and Chris DeCarlo (right)
The kids that started the revolution.
Okay okay, this is more like it…
When they asked about this on Jeopardy no one got it right…pssh dumbasses.
Full Title: Run, Run Run: The Lives of Abbie Hoffman
Author(s): Jack Hoffman and Daniel Simon
Comments: Going into this book I already had a vast knowledge of Abbie Hoffman’s life, at least his life in the spotlight, but after reading this I gained a new perception of a man I have come to greatly admire over the years. Since, the main author is Abbie’s kid brother Jack, we are given an extrmely close, personal perspective of the events, lifestyle, and personality of Abbie Hoffman, the things only a brother could tell you. I have read and seen several works on Abbie (including his own autobiography, Soon to Be a Major Motion Picture– 1979), but this is the deepest and darkest. The first half of the book is a bit more optimistic, we see Abbie go from a fairly typical American boy with a privileged, suburban background to an aspiring, curious psychologist and ultimately to a committed, social activist. Initially, Abbie is involved in the Civil Rights Movement and is a bit more traditional at first, but as the times change Abbie changes and he soon becomes the iconic, inverted american flag wearing Yippie! we have come to love. The biography doesn’t go too far into the details of his specific activism, but mostly how it affects his life and the lives of his family members. For both, it is a dramatic effect, often severing relationships beyond repair. Jack Hoffman details how Abbie’s notoriety destroyed much of his family’s lives, both internally and externally- often ruining business deals and personal relationships. At the same time, he descibes Abbie’s complete devotion to his country and how he inspired millions. It appears that Abbie hit his peak of happiness and inspiration in the late 60s, because the second half of the book starts to chronicle Abbie’s emotional downfall. He is busted for cocaine possession (though it appears this was largely a set up) and soon flees to the underground. While on the run, he remains highly active politically and socially, even starting an entire environmental movement in the form of the Save The St. Lawrene River Movement. Despite, his admirable work, he begins to fall deeper and deeper into depression. Eventually, he is diagnosed with Manic Depression and this truly rips apart Abbie’s soul. Even after he emerges back into the public eye, he still struggeles to find happiness. Through all of these chaotic times, Abbie never quits the political struggle, with as much energy as ever. Alas, I must admit reading the last hundred or so pages of this book was really a drag. Don’t get me wrong, it is well-written, but I never realized how much Abbie (or his family for that matter) suffered. Then in 1989, Abbie committed his worst crime: suicide. Just look at how sad and distant Jack’s words are in his desciption of his brother’s suicide: “Sometime between Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon, Abbie emptied 150 or more 30-milligram phenobarbitals into a glass of Glenlivet single malt Scotch whiskey, gulped that down, and then filled and swallowed four or five glasses of the Scotch as fast he could. It only took a few minutes for the drug to take hold of him, and then he lay down to die” (353). The emotional turmoil of the Lives of Abbie Hoffman is made clearer than ever. And when the story reaches its conclusion we understand why this is the title of the book. Abbie truly led several different lives, some more stable than others, but ultimately in each of those characters was a pillar of responsibility. Responsibilty to the people around you, the people that are suffering around the world, and a responsibility to never give up, even when it seems the rest of the world is against you. Abbie Hoffman showed us that loving your country did not mean sucking Uncle Sam’s dick. Yeah, I think he would have liked that.
It seems like we rarely enter the world of politics anymore on KLYAM and to be honest this really isn’t Politics, but I was running through some youtube videos and I came across this and found it interesting enough to post it. By the way, I’m perfectly fine with not venturing too far into the social, political landscape because this is chiefly a music site and I want to keep it that way. At the same time, the other KLYAMers and I love to mix it up when we feel its right. So, is it sexist to open doors for women? I think it depends on the circumstances and either way it’s not that big of a deal, but an interesting thing to ponder, I suppose. Maybe not, I don’t know I’m just that kinda guy I guess. I agree with both these ladies, but I don’t consider myself a feminist, rather a person with some feminist sensibilities to a certain extent compared to most men and women around me, whome I find overwhelmingly sexist and the American society as a whole, but simultaneously I don’t get offended easily and I recognize the complaints people make about feminists; there is truth to their grievances, which I find to be accurate in most instances when it comes to sane, reasonable people. And just for the lols here’s a hilarious sexist clip from the old days of Hollywood.
“I figured that being my wife would take up all of your time.”
As always, here is The Nightwatchman Tom Morello’s “Battle Hymns” for our heroic soldiers and the sacrifices they have to make during these corrupt, illegal, wars of crime.