PUSHY PEE SEE

pushy pee see

With prejudicial judgement, I theorize that political correctness is eschewed,ignored, and mocked even by some who might be nervous & shy about their accidental bigotry,the more unsightly blemishes of their prejudices, and bad manners showing.
Wise guys like Bill Maher,dennis miller,carlos mencia, and stern might still bask in the sexy afterglow of outrageousness, and pass wordy wind
freely because George Carlin fought every utterance for “freely”.But Carlin & his spiritual mentor Mr. Lenny Bruce were ultimately NOT up against political correctness, it was all up against the would be & very real
priggish silencers or Free Speech (“priggish”? I’m gonna have to run a spell check on that)
Todd Rundgren has an appropriate song mentioned right about here.
Repression sucks
check out “Jesse”

THO’ I am sometimes in the minority I bet when i sometimes support and sometimes encourage PC, just as I stand by civility & fairness.

RADIOHEAD’S “ALL I NEED”

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.Thom Yorke & Radiohead

“All I Need”

I’m the next act
Waiting in the wings

I’m an animal
Trapped in your hot car

I am all the days
That you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I’m a moth
Who just wants to share your light

I’m just an insect
Trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you
Because there are no others

You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle your picture
Lying in the reeds

It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong

DEATH/Rainer Maria Rilke

Death by Rainer Maria Rilke Issue no. 82 (Winter 1981)There stands death, a bluish distillate in a cup without a saucer. Such a strange place to find a cup: standing on the back of a hand. One recognizes clearly the line along the glazed curve, where the handle snapped. Covered with dust. And Hope is written across the side, in a faded Gothic script.The man who was to drink out of that cup read it aloud at breakfast, long ago. What kind of beings are they then, who finally must be scared away by poison? Otherwise would they stay here? Would they keep chewing so foolishly on their own frustration? The hard present moment must be pulled out of them, like a set of false teeth. Then they mumble. Then they go on mumbling. . . O falling star, once seen into from a bridge—: Not to forget you. To endure