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How many times can you listen to “Free Bird” before the song becomes old?

The answer has to be in the 10^4 range. Has to be.

Don’t feel like Satan
but I am to them
So I try to forget it
any way I can

Rock on Neil.

If only someday I can have this exact photo taken of me with the same mutton chops and same clothing, my life would be essentially complete. Pehaps its time for a mutton chops growing contest?

First cool-ish weather day in a while. Thank god.

I don’t even know how to introduce this article:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20050811.wxsecurity11/BNStory/National/

It’s hard to believe that people seem so obsesssed with stopping ‘terrorism’. The doc was absolutely right: we are living in a Kingdom of Fear. People willing to trade everything we’ve gained in the last 50 years for some sort of fictious piece of mind that we’re safe.

Diplomacy at gunpoint. Trade with a boot on the throat. Canada used to have massive credibility. We didn’t get involved in foolish fights. We kept the peace.

We’re losing it all. We’re sliding off our respected pedastal.

It’s real trouble here now that we’ve started going down the ’security’ road . The final destination can really only be some pseudo police state, and it won’t be long now before we adopt the same “Dissent = Traitor” attitude that the US government is drilling into american heads every day. It’s working.

It’s not I don’t like Americans. I love them. They’re beautiful, kind, generous people. I see very little difference between a common US citizen and myself. I’m sure they dance to the Beach Boys on a Thursday morning just like I do, smile when they wake up on a lazy Saturday, or hold the door for a senior citizen at a restaurant.

Unfortunately the governments they’ve been electing lately have really made things a mess.

The next step will be when this nutbar Stephen Harper gets elected into a majority government in the impending election. He’ll pack it full of ‘good ole boys’ and drive the country straight into oblivion.

It’s coming.

We will be come what Orwell outlined in 1984.

Say I’m paranoid. Say I’m insane, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I wonder if anyone would suspect me of wanting the video for R Kelly’s “I believe I can fly” at my funeral if I died. Get a giant projector screen and have fireworks go off at the climax.

I think it would be a fantastic prank from beyond the grave. If you listened closely I’m sure you would hear me laughing through the coffin.