that pic is magic

but i prefer my johnson, though you don't find it worthy. well, it doesn't have to be great, scott.

just caught nader's google speech. man, he sticks with it. he walks on, with hope in his heart. and yet, he walks alone. i had to hammer that point home, stein, though it will likely not win an oscar. the mighty wind blows in his face, the crowd mocks him, and yet, he remains standing. in fact, he is standing pat, and when i hear him speak, i remember osborne in america, and i feel proud, mary. it makes you want to go out and picket. oh, if we only had the wilson.

ralph nader plugs away, not because he should, but because he must. he is truly one of the few greats left, and he has been made out to be a joke, a relic. crazy. everything is upside down.

yes, that is what they chose to chant fuck the police about. i wonder how many of them have heard of sean bell, or the jena 6, or the still imprisoned panthers? i say to these students, and to everyone else; don't wait until it is safe. don't fight your battles in an artificial war zone. hey students, why don't you leave your classes in february? why don't you make every day senior day? why don't you stop writing the papers? why don't you sleep in? why don't you take a 2 hour lunch break? why don't hundreds of you run out on the court in the middle of a school play off game? why don't you start chanting attica in the middle of a criminal justice class? why don't you start chanting "war crimes" in the middle of a u.s. history class? why don't you start singing old show tunes in the middle of a lecture? why don't you walk around during a test and give out answers? (hey, i actually did the last two) why don't you tell your teachers that you won't be getting your diploma because you are joining the iraqi resistance?

and why don't i join you?

the problem with a prank is just that. it's not real. it's an exception to normality. it goes against what is done 99.9 percent of the time.

but the fuckheads never curse the normality.

they never see the real crimes.

as nader is silenced by indifference, and today's prank becomes tomorrow's prom.

85 bucks a ticket, baby.

and don't forget the after prom party.

i've asked that they play "this i dig of you"

i won't hold my breath.

i might die that way, and the trick, nay, the prank, is to live.