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God Damn The Pusher Man
for release 03-09-06
Washington D.C.
Has it gotten down to this? Are we so strung out on the crack and junk of oil and useless products that we are pawning our vital infrastructure?
I once lived across the street from a pawnshop. It was run by some ex-cops in Dallas. They had an all-night drive-up window. At any time of day or night you could sell your neighbor's TV or DVD player or lawnmower or Rolex for enough money to get a fix. They had a semi-tralier sitting out back and they would ship the stolen appliances and electronic equipment to Mexico once a week. I'm sure the cops thought it was a sweet deal. All their daughters went to Eastern prep-schools and were equestrians who paid more to stable their horses than most of the people who were pawning their lives paid in rent.
Let's face it. In any neighborhood, the deck is hopelessly stacked in favor of the bookies, the pawnbrokers and the dope dealers. They always have the house edge. Eventually the dealer or the broker owns every TV and Rolex in the neighborhood. I call it Trickle Up economics.
Now we see that even the White House has begun pawning the silverware. Everything in America is for sale, after all. If they want to demolish your house to put up a casino or a shopping mall, hey, it expands the tax base. We call it progress and imminent domain. If they can make a few extra bucks for the [url=http://www.correntewire.combush_family_dubai_ports_world_and_the_carlyle_group_more_incest_than_a_village_in_appalachia]Carlyle Group[/url] by selling the ports of Miami, New Orleans, Philadelphia, New Jersey, Baltimore, and New York to the pawnbrokers from the UAE, all the better, their daughters can be equestrians.
It takes a lot of money to be a Senator or a Congressman, just like it takes a lot of money to be a junkie or a crack-head. These people are strung out on power and privilege. It's no wonder that they roll up regularly to the all-night window at the pawnshop run by the dealers. The dealers have the money, after all, they have the product. The users will fuck or suck anybody who has the product. The shame of it all is that our country is being run by craven addicts in denial who make decisions based on their need for a fix. So they are willing to sell our assets, our ports or our highways or our airlines and utility companies, just to maintain their power high.
Eventually the pawnbroker owns everything.
It's a matter of consumption. Junkies are notorious for extravagant consumption. Americans are the junkies of the world. We use more natural resources per capita than any other nation. This is starting to catch up with us, as it catches up with any junkie. Eventually the trust fund wears out. You have to start working, selling your flesh or stealing.
The Poet's Eye sees that we are selling our flesh.
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The dealer for a nickel
Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams.
Ah...but the pusher will ruin your body;
Lord he'll leave your mind to scream.
God Damn! The pusher.
God Damn! God damn the pusher.
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man.
– Steppenwolf
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