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We'll Meet Again, Some Sunny Day

Dear Mr. War President,

The Presidential iPod Commission would like to wish you a wonderful relaxing vacation at your Crawford Ranch this summer. Lord knows it can get pretty tiring clearing brush all day on that burning hot ranch. Moreover, it must be hard work concentrating on your brush clearing duties when there's a bunch of angry mothers protesting outside your property.

Since you have four weeks left under the hot Texas sun, we'd like to offer you a new suggestion for your iPod which is sure to get you through these dogs days of summer. This classic track from Vera Lynn is right up your alley. Not only does it celebrate your personal alternate reality (a.k.a. The Twilight Zone) but it is the perfect soundtrack for your Iraq happy talk sessions.

By the way, I heard that Lance Armstrong is coming to visit next week to go mountain biking with you. Man, I thought Crawford was all flat. Shows you what little I know about Texas. Oh well, make sure to buckle that helmet tight, ride safe and live strong! We don't want to hear about another clumsy fall.

P.S.  Leave all that Iran war planning stuff to Cheney because he's got it covered. Just sing a long and get on with your own life.

Sincerely,

Agi T. Prop

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We'll Meet Again    by Vera Lynn

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day.

Keep smiling through, just like you always do, 'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away!

So, will you please say hello to the folks that I know? Tell them I won't be long! They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go, I was singing this song:

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day!

cindy sheehan iraq sheehan crawford

Operation Nuke Mecca

This week's addition to the Presidential iPod Commission goes out to Congressman Tom Tancredo, Republican from Colorado. I appreciate his blunt honesty when he said that the United States should attack Muslim holy sites with nuclear weapons in order to retaliate after a nuclear terror attack. Muslims around the world are naturally outraged by Tancredo's comments reports the WaPo. Tancredo is sticking by his guns and has refused to apologize.

Why do they hate us? The next time some conservative says "they hate us for our freedom" you can say: "No, they hate us because our asshole leaders threaten to nuke them to smithereens".

I think the following ditty will fit nicely into what Pus Boy refers to as "Operation: Rest of the Brown Ones". Although this song refers to nuking poor Americans, I think it can be easily applied to nuking the poor brown ones too. What a great way to win the War on Terror! Thanks Congressman Tancredo!

Kill The Poor   by  Dead Kennedys

Efficiency and progress is ours once more
Now that we have the Neutron bomb
It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done

Away with excess enemy
But no less value to property
No sense in war but perfect sense at home...

The sun beams down on a brand new day
No more welfare tax to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
All systems go to kill the poor tonite

Gonna kill kill kill, Kill the poor, Kill the poor tonite

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rate's gone
Feel free again
O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White

Jane Fonda on the screen today
Convinced the liberals it's okay
So let's get dressed and dance away the night

While they kill the poor, kill the poor tonite 

UPDATE 7/22/2005: The Los Angeles Times is reporting that Tom Tancredo is considering running for President in 2008.

Tancredo-Strangelove 2008!  They'll kick Hillary's liberal ass!

Operation Yellow Elephant

General J.C. Christian has graciously invited me to join Operation Yellow Elephant (OYE). I have accepted the invitation whole-heartedly and look forward to future patriotic missions.

My latest post at OYE is a follow-up on The Presidential iPod Commission. In April I said that I would email President Bush my song recommendations for his iPod. Well, I never did. That's because (1) it is almost impossible to reach the president via email and (2) I don't want Rove's henchmen busting down my door because I told Bush to snort cocaine off Condi's ass.

Nonetheless, I have decided to extend membership in this commission to both the Young Republicans and College Republicans. President Bush isn't the only conservative in need of good tunes. There are thousands of young conservatives in the 101st Fighting Keyboarders who are in dire need of rockin' battle hymns. Please send your musical suggestions to these fine yellow elephants who have chosen to bash liberals instead of enlisting to fight in their president's war. 

The Bush iPod: Sex, Drugs and Rock N'Roll Edition

The Presidential iPod Commission (PIC) would like to offer up a classic rock double-header for today's Independence Day festivities. The Fourth of July is time to eat dying and diseased animals, watch fireworks explode and listen to the patriotic twanging of Toby Keith.

We here at the Presidential iPod Commission would like to wish President Bush a happy and joyous Independence day.  We encourage him to let it all hang out on this special day. Go ahead George, let out those deeply repressed demons. You can forget about your born-again beliefs for just one day. I heard that back in the 70's you were quite the party animal.

Cocaine (J.J. Cale)

If you wanna hang out you’ve got to take her out; cocaine.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Don’t forget this fact, you can’t get it back; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

Our second offering completes the sex, drugs and rock n'roll trifecta. We know that the Laura2005 can be somewhat of a dud when it comes to partying hardy. That is why we encourage the president to let out his inner repressed feelings. Succumb to the temptation. We know she would be elated if you chose to do so.

Brown Sugar (The Rolling Stones)

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in new orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he’s doin’ alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.

Drums beating, cold english blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wond’rin where it’s gonna stop.
House boy knows that he’s doin’ alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen, and all her boy
Friends were sweet sixteen.
I’m no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.

Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.

Enjoy your time in Scotland Mr. President. F*ck those Africans--they should just help themselves. It's not like the World Bank or the IMF practice predatory lending. They are responsible for their own debt problems. Besides, we have more important national priorities to attend to like destroying the environment, giving tax breaks to oil companies, and carrying out the Glorious Conservative Christian Cultural Revolution.

B.Y.O.B. (Bring Your Own Bombs)

The latest addition to the iDiot's iPod is a new track from System of a Down titled B.Y.O.B. (Bring Your Own Bombs). This song is typical of the band's unique style--the creative mix of fast thrash metal and slow melodic choruses. You can watch the video here in Quicktime format. The scenes remind me of the massive police presence at last year's Republican National Convention in New York City.

Come one, come all, to the party!

Don't forget to bring your napalm and depleted uranium . . .

B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down

Why do they always send the poor?

Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals

Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions

Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Blast off, it's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions

Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun

Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor

Enjoy the party. Have a great weekend folks.

The Hand That Feeds

This week's addition to the Presidential iPod Commission is a brand new song from the brilliant musical artist Trent Reznor and his band Nine Inch Nails. They were scheduled to perform the song on the MTV Movie Awards this month but pulled out of the gig when MTV questioned the band's plans to perform in front of an image of President Bush. I applaud Trent's courage of conviction to bail on MTV and not to present a censored version of the performance. The song, with its references to war and blind acceptance of authority, also has a killer beat. Check out The Green Lantern where Gretchen has additional information about the MTV censorship story as well as a link to the music video of the song.

The Hand That Feeds by Nine Inch Nails

You're keeping in step and in line.
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
'cause you do What you're told.
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold.

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you wanna change it?

What if this whole crusade's a charade,
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood which we dine?
Justified in the name of the Holy and the Divine.

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you wanna change it?

So naïve, I keep holding on to
What I wanna believe.
I can see,
But I keep holding on and on and on and on.

Will you bite,
The hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
Will you bite,
The hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?

I often wonder how long people will continue to accept the lies and misinformation they are fed by our leaders and the media. What will it take for people to realize the truth?

When The President Talks to God

This week's installment of the Presidential iPod Commission is a fine ditty from the young indie rock sage Bright Eyes. Bright Eyes is the musical vehicle of Conor Oberst, a young singer-songwriter from Nebraska. Looking like a young Bob Dylan, he actually performed When The President Talks to God on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno a few weeks ago. You may download a free mp3 of the song and watch the video of the Tonight Show performance here. Don't ask me how or why NBC (General Electric) gave him airtime. The executives probably never listened to the song.

I'm glad he received that exposure. The song deserves it.

When The President Talks To God by Bright Eyes

When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it

I doubt it too. What do you think God tells President Bush?

Seemingly Pessimistic Friday the 13th Song-Blogging

During Wednesday's panic in D.C., President Bush was off bike-riding in suburban Maryland. The boy king needed a break after the "hard work" of his European trip. Apparently the Secret Service didn't want to interupt his bike ride to inform him that thousands of people--including his wife and the Vice President--were being evacuated from government buildings. Was he so deeply engrossed in his bike ride listening to My Sharona on his iPod that he could not be bothered? 

Agitprop would like to offer up another tune for Bush's iPod. This week's installment of The Presidential iPod Commission is a song from the British punk band The Damned. While the Sex Pistols and The Clash often get sighted as the founders of the U.K. punk rock scene, the first truly British band to emerge from this angry misunderstood genre was The Damned. Whereas the Sex Pistols burned out quickly and The Clash broke up in the 1980's, The Damned have continued to pump out albums and are still going strong today. In my opinion their mix of punk, rock, psychedelia and goth both seriously enjoyable and highly underrated.

Democracy? by The Damned

Did you notice that just recently in London town
The flags all waved
The people smiled a lot, the world was right
But now it seems that nothing's changed
My ears are ringing with the promise
The promise that they'll right the wrongs
And that they're ever gonna give you
Democracy, Democracy (you wanna bet?)

We've been down this path a million times
And yet there seems no hope for us
These times are hard and yet the few do well
The rest can wallow in the dust
And if you're looking for the answers
You won't need a crystal ball
'Cause they're not taking any chances on
Democracy, Democracy (not on you life)

Don't tell me revolution changed a thing in France
'Cept for a king or two
'Cause when it's Bastile Day a toxic time bomb ticks
In the Pacific blue
'Cause revolution changes nothing
And voting changes even less
'Cause it's only time you are wasting on
Democracy, Democracy (there's none round here)

Baghdad is burning and freedom is marching straight to hell. Crank this one up George. You need to learn that freedom isn't free and democracy don't come easy.

American Idiot

The Presidential iPod Commission was a highly successful undertaking which received an overwhelming response. I would like to personally thank all individuals who contributed songs to this venture. I will continue to post politically astute song lyrics in this category. If the revolution had a soundtrack, this would be it.

American Idiot by Green Day

(from the album American Idiot, 2005 Grammy winner for Best Rock Album )

Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
Hey can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be O.K.
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Maybe I am the faggot America
I'm not a part of some redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be O.K.
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Don't wanna be an American Idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's calling out to Idiot America

Agitprop recommends the entire American Idiot album. Lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong delivers a particularly biting message to President Bush in the bridge of  Holiday.

iPod Therefore iAm

Agitprop advocates the formation of a joint task force to help President Bush fill his iPod. In light of the recent news that President Bush's iPod is filled with mainly 1970's corporate-rock songs and cheesy country ballads, it is our patriotic duty as American citizens to beef up his iPod with good, non-sucking music.

The Presidential iPod Commission features Agitprop, The Heretik, Rox Populi and Axis of Evil Knievel. Please visit any one of these members and offer your suggestions for President Bush's iPod.

Agitprop's playlist titled Morning Wake-Up for Bush-Cheney is bound to get their blood flowing for another day of war, repression and corruption:

Radiohead 2+2=5
Black Sabbath War Pigs
Dead Kennedys Kill the Poor
Bad Religion The Empire Strikes First
Bob Dylan Masters of War
Norman Greenbaum Spirit in the Sky
Green Day American Idiot
Outkast Bombs Over Baghdad

When we amass a complete list maybe I'll email President Bush our recommendations!