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Three days ago, the leader of the House GOP called it the “China Virus” again. Words have consequences, especially those from our leaders.Having the election stolen on behalf of China Joe and his Asian VP has consequences
A line can and should be drawn from the actions of the white supremacist who stalked into three Atlanta-area massage parlors yesterday, and allegedly killed eight people—six of whom were of Asian descent—to the relentless anti-Asian rhetoric pollinating national discourse over the past year. The former president, and the party of the former president, can and should be blamed for this and the sudden increase of racist violence against Asian AmericansEnds with:
White supremacy is a virus that, like other viruses, will not die until there are no bodies left for it to infect. Which means the only way to stop it is to locate it, isolate it, extract it, and kill it .I assume Damon Young is this one - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damon_Young_(writer)
In a 1985 interview with Bill Flanagan, Dylan said that although many people thought that "Idiot Wind" and the album Blood on the Tracks related to his life, "It didn't pertain to me. It was just a concept of putting in images that defy time – yesterday, today and tomorrow. I wanted to make them all connect in some kind of a strange way. "[4] In his 2004 memoir Chronicles: Volume One, Dylan claimed that Blood on the Tracks was "an entire album based on Chekhov short stories. Critics thought it was autobiographical – that was fine."[7] [Link]Also, before I place here the lyrics, let me note that it was recorded where? In Minneapolis, Minnesota. (See above link.)
Idiot WindThank you for reading. Your thoughts?
[Verse 1]; Someone’s got it in for me; They’re planting stories in the press; Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick; But when they will I can only guess; They say I shot a man named Gray; And took his wife to Italy; She inherited a million bucks; And when she died it came to me; I can’t help it if I’m lucky.
; [Verse 2]; People see me all the time; And they just can’t remember how to act; Their minds are filled with big ideas; Images and distorted facts; Even you, yesterday; You had to ask me where it was at; I couldn’t believe after all these years; You didn’t know me any better than that; Sweet lady.
[Chorus]; Idiot wind; Blowing every time you move your mouth; Blowing down the backroads heading south; Idiot wind; Blowing every time you move your teeth; You’re an idiot, babe; It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe; [Verse 3]; I ran into the fortune-teller; Who said beware of lightning that might strike; I haven’t known peace and quiet; For so long, I can’t remember what it’s like; There’s a lone soldier on the cross; Smoke pouring out of a boxcar door; You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done; In the final end he won the war; After losing every battle. (Bribem?)
[Verse 4]; I woke up on the roadside; Daydreaming about the way things sometimes are; Visions of your chestnut mare; Shoot through my head and are making me see stars; You hurt the ones that I love best; And cover up the truth with lies; One day you’ll be in the ditch; Flies buzzing around your eyes; Blood on your saddle; (America?)
[Chorus]; Idiot wind; Blowing through the flowers on your tomb; Blowing through the curtains in your room; Idiot wind; Blowing every time you move your teeth; You’re an idiot, babe; It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
[Verse 5]; It was gravity which pulled us down; And destiny which broke us apart; You tamed the lion in my cage; But it just wasn’t enough to change my heart; Now everything’s a little upside down; As a matter of fact, the wheels have stopped; What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good; You’ll find out when you reach the top; You’re on the bottom;
[Verse 6]; I noticed at the ceremony; Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind; I can’t remember your face anymore; Your mouth has changed, your eyes don’t look into mine; The priest wore black on the seventh day; And sat stone-faced while the building burned; I waited for you on the running boards; Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned; Slowly into Autumn; (Portland?)
[Chorus]; Idiot wind; Blowing like a circle around my skull; From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol; Idiot wind; Blowing every time you move your teeth; You’re an idiot, babe; It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe; [Verse 7]; I can’t feel you anymore; I can’t even touch the books you’ve read; Every time I crawl past your door; I been wishing I've been somebody else instead; Down the highway, down the tracks; Down the road to ecstasy; I followed you beneath the stars; Hounded by your memory; And all your raging glory; [Verse 8]; I been double-crossed now; For the very last time and now I’m finally free; I kissed goodbye the howling beast; On the borderline which separated you from me; You’ll never know the hurt I suffered; Nor the pain I rise above; And I’ll never know the same about you; Your holiness or your kind of love; And it makes me feel so sorry; [Chorus]; Idiot wind; Blowing through the buttons of our coats; Blowing through the letters that we wrote; Idiot wind; Blowing through the dust upon our shelves; We’re idiots, babe; It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
"a disgusting and disturbing example of how the spread of domestic terrorism has been allowed to torment communities.But a whore house is perfectly OK as long as they pay their property taxes.
Comment: See also: Antifa wants to lead African-Americans to their slaughter to spark a race war