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Activist Times Inc. Issue 160
"...not over 'til U C moose walkin' up the street."
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january 3, 1999
sTeAl tHIs ZinE.
Welcome to this issue!
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have u seen spot?
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-Road Rules is hitting the road to-
- Latin America. An entire culture-
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- your e y e b a l l ! ! ! & -
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Am I imagining it or does Kurt Loder
look like a bad impersonation
of himself???
(PUBLISHER'S COLUMN)
HAPPY MIM!
In an effort to welcome in 1999, I, Prime Anarchist
ask you which Roman Numerals YOU prefer for this year:
MCMXCIX, MCMXCVIIII, MDCCCCLXXXXVIIII, OR MIM?
I for one, prefer MCMXCIX, but that's me. It's completely
up to you, for all is arbitrary -- nothing is "set in
stone."
"These are the people who died, died..."
Sonny Bono, Abe Ribicoff, Ray Nitschke, Bella Abzug, Pol
Pot, Sherry Lewis, James Earl Ray, Eldridge Cleaver, Bebe Robozo,
Barry Goldwater, Dick McDonald, Nguyen Ngoc Loan, Alan Shephard,
George Wallace, Jon Postel, Al Gore Sr, Lawton Chiles, Morris
Udall, Mathew Shephard, Mike McAlary, Anita Hoffman.
I attempted to keep them in date-order for when they expired.
My apologies to the other 40 million or so less "famous" human
beings who passed on in 1998.
Equal prayers to all.
Excepting you, Anita. You're in my prayers forever, Auntie.
Can I say I don't like Seagram and Polygram mergering? OK. I'll
say it anyhow.
The music industry sucks enough already. Does the word sterile
carry meaning? Now it's assured to be run wholesale by
purveyors of rotted fruit and vegetable matter. And bad ones at
that. I seldom like mergers, friendly or hostile buyouts and
takeovers to begin with.
But this one just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
A 2nd C-130 was shot down this week over Angola. Am I the
only 1 2 question these things? 2 C-130's down "right after Desert
Fox." Some dead bodies to dispose of? Do we?
Huh?
Huh?? Huh!!!
Theirs? Ours?
The C-130 that went down in Angola (said't've hit a mountain...)
right after Desert Storm was reputedly carrying a highly secret
CIA cargo and no people. When that was announced no one asked
further questions. I suggested hundreds of dead bodies over ice,
if you'll remember. I stood alone.
Let me end this column describing the job of a C-130.
If the bodies are alive it will carry about 100 human beings;
for the US government often-times follows the Geneva Convention
rules of engagement.
If the humans are dead a C-130 carries three hundred and change.
Allow me to end this column vomiting my *&%$ing guts out.
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spot http://home1.gte.net/docthomp
? http://www.title14.com/weird/weird.shtml
http://www.meer.net/~johnl/e-zine-list/zines
http://www.accessone.com/~rivero/POLITICS/COINTELPRO/cointelpro.html
"I do what I always do in these
cases: I put the message in a bottle,
put the top on tightly with some chewing
gum of chamoy which the sea gives me, I plant
myself firmly by the side of the ceiba, with all
my strength, I throw the bottle w/ the message very
far. A trail of cloud gets it &, navigating, takes it
to-to-wherever-it-knows-to-take-it. There goes the bottle.
Whoever finds it can, by breaking it, break the silence
and find some answers and many questions. Perhaps he
will also be able to read..." Marcos
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HEREIN LIES INTERRED:
OUR LETTERS AND ONIONS SECTION:
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> to ati@etext.org
> For your chucklement...
> On Mon, 28 Dec 1998, naked and free observed:
> yeah i liked that one, too. it was kind of "poppy".
> some guy i ordered pizza from today complimented me
> on the Crass Concert T-shirt i was wearing today.
> odd people, they are...
> On Tu, 29 Dec 1998, doth quote the Bard:
> Yep, I was in an IHOP one saturday nite. (2am sunday actually)
> A man spied the patch on my shoulder... A big black 'A'
> from a smashed M16-a1 rifle fitting into a circle making
> a perfect poetical anarchy symbol.
>Since my friend Dave gave me a bunch of them in '90,
>I've been wearing one as a symbol of my commitment to
>non-violent anarchy. The last couple years I had one on a
> hat, but that year it was on my shoulder of the old BDU
jacket I'd been issued in basic training. (some civilians won't
>know that stands for battle dress uniform)
Well, to make a long story short, still as funny as it
deserves, this really drunk guy (you know the type, he served
in such and such a year, and they trained him in kung fu, and
he can kill you in 35 seconds with just his pinky and the right
>pressure applied near the back of your ear...
> that kind of drunk)
> Well this guy thought my anarchy symbol on my beat up
>old army jacket arm was the gigantic square A of an airborne unit.
> "Airborne," he yelled across the room and
> then swam to me as if we were old friends or some such.
>Now with his Cutty Sark breath right up my nose, he told me
>we were brothers because we served in the same unit.
>Had his arms all around me, all buddy buddy out of nowhere,
> "You're alright," he told me, he didn't give a rats ass if I
> served in Nam, or Shield or Korea or didn't serve at all.
> I'm his guy.
> Yeah, I backed off a bit and thought of telling him what
> the A stood for really, but realized quickly he would have
no bloody idea what I meant, not even tomorrow afternoon when
> all the crusty-buzz wears off.
> So we shared a fist in the air and a scream of airborne,
> I think I was almost 2/3 as excited sounding as he was!
He didn't see me roll my eyes but just about everyone in the
IHOP did and began laughing. We all shared a laugh, even old
pinky-in-the-brain-stem; of course not knowing it was at
> his expense. He went back to his coffee, but not without
sharing another fist in the air and an Airborne RuHah! with,
I think god, or his dead buddies, or something because he looked
around the room to see who was with him and they (we) were
all (each) looking somewhere else.
> I left him to his myth, he probably doesn't even know what
a Crass is besides maybe a rude comment. I sat down and got
back to my coffee and my tuna-melt; and the hackerfriends I was
hanging out with just thought it was the funniest IHOP incident
since the time Chris Eliot from "Get a Life" and "Something
About Mary" told me to "...go fuck [yourself]..." (his words,
not mine.)
> -=- but that's a whole other story -=-
Great story, let's hear the Chris Elliot one.
ALSO RECEIVED AT ATI@ETEXT.ORG :
Not so funny, but not unexpected either.
In America, it just isn't "Christmas" unless we
put up a tree, toss the bums a dime, buy tons of
useless plastic, stuff our fat faces, and have a
bunch of "our boys" somewhere overseas, "fighting
for peace" (like "fucking for virginity"), so we
can all send "daddy" holiday greetings via satellite
and cry the big tear while we sing "I'll Be Home For
Christmas". For those of you who haven't figured this
out yet, just pay closer attention next year.
Merry Christmas.
KNVB
and...
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Here is an idea for a political cartoon involving Iraq.
Feel free to use it without attribution or recompense.
It's a one-panel cartoon. As I envision it, on the
right side is a sort of geographical border marked "Iraq".
Inside this (over it) stands a hoard of emaciated children,
clutching at a large bone labeled "food, health, education".
At the left side of the panel stands President Clinton,
pointing at the bone. At his feet is a little
bulldog with the head of Tony Blair.
The caption is: "Fetch!"
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and...
Hi Marco,
I suggest asking him by posting to: alt.fan.rawilson
and thanks for all the
great insights over the
past couple years.
Take care.
Mimi
>Sure thing, Mimi.
>Too bad you're not into it anymore,
>but then I always knew it wasn't
>for everybody.
>Any chance Mr. Wilson's interested in it?
>marco
>On Sun, 27 Dec 1998, Blackops wrote:
>>Marc,
>> I'm not reading this anymore and
>> it takes a long time to download.
>> Would you please remove me
>> from your list.
>>Thanks. Mimi
and...
to: ati@etext.org
I know that if
We keep envisioning
a better world
for us all,
it will happen.
Lets dream together...
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George (860)
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and another BROADSIDE tucked into an ATI zine...
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some alternative lyrics
to a well-known Christmas song:
By Some Friend of John Sloan's.
(E)
Good King Wenceslaus pigged out,
(A)
On a feast named Stephen,
(E)
When the snow lay 'round a-bout,
(A)
deep and crisp and even.
(E)
Brightly shouted thus the King,
(A)
(tho' he was quite cru-el),
(E) (A) (E) (B7)
Then a poor man came in sight,
(E) (c#m)(A)(E)
"Put him in my gru---u-------e-l!"
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We now end with poetry by GirlX0
Here is a poem I've written.
It's kind of weird.
I call it
"Good-bye to a mockery of the heart"
Dreams of that fruity place,
Odd bouquets of flowers that frame my face.
A waterfall fantasy that cascades the view,
A sweet exchange...from me to you.
"A kiss in the dark won't bring any harm",
I whisper to you, your face becomes alert, but not in alarm.
A fuzzy, serene feeling...a passing of love,
Like the feel of your hand in a satin glove.
The warmth, the tingle...aaw sweet joyous senses,
With one little action, all evil for that moment condenses.
You break our lock and begin to utter a word,
I silence the sounds with another kiss,
some things just must go unheard.
I smile, so sweet and look at the dreamscape.
I leave, not turning back,
That rouge smile on your face...my heart cannot,
will not once more take that attack.
I can hear the ground as you begin to follow, a mock protest,
But as it should be...the masquerade is put arest.
We both know, maybe not in my mind...but in my heart,
The play of my life, love isn't your part.
You've already cast yourself as evil with your cheats and lies,
Such evil isn't even forgivable...even if it had soft blue eyes.
Through evil, you've taught me much,
I know now the part of lead
love must have more than a soft touch.
Walking into reality, out of your illusion,
How will I ever find who I truly need
amongst this confusion?
--Girl X
Girlx0@aol.com
From the biography of President John Quincy Adams:
If only mankind could have the leadership it needed.
Yet Adams found that history showed how unlikely
this was because so many superior statesmen ultimately
had been ruined by a passion for women.
This pernicious vice, he claimed, was particularly
deplorable in persons of high station, where it was
often uncontrollable, leaving potentially great men
with no more than the disgrace of a goat.
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"and then 5 moose each of differing size and stature
went trolloping up Interstate 25.
I watched one eat an entire goat in two quick bites."
--journal note. 1990.
