Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
For the second time in a many weeks a "forged" email has been used in an attempt to slander myself and the CIA-Drugs email list and board.
Why is this being done? CIA-Drugs has been a hot-bed of deconstruction in the ongoing understanding of the political and social conspiracy being foisted upon upon our republic.
The attack became more "vicious" and vocal after my upcoming book Fleshing Out Skull & Bones, — Investigations into America's Most Powerful Society was listed online at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.
Now, I am sorry that some have felt the need to use so shamelessly the passing of fellow researcher and writer Brian Quig. It is such a reprehensible way.
The attack was carried out on many levels by several folks and puppets and continued with sheer bravado and deceit after being exposed the first time.
Dick Eastman, Sean McBride, WebFairy, Better-off-said and others have/are involved. Do not TRUST them. Do not get "emotionly involved."
The collective story they have tried to push is that it is all the neo-cons and bad Israel and Bushies are good times. Of course they say they don't say that, but the posts are clear. The old cointelpro doesn't work real well on the net cause there isn't as many shadows for them to whisper and such in.
The forged post is supposed to be from Brian Quig, who recently passed. Within the forged posts are attempst to "blame" me for putting Brian in danger and a very blatant attempt to soften Mr. Eastman's rhetoric.
It is really quite shameless.
The supposed email was cc'd to several other researchers in the forged email. I have contacted three, Bob, Jim Rarey and David Guyatt(Goldbug). None of them recieved the email that was posted.
It is a forgery plain and simple.
The post may be viewed at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/cia-drugs/message/8579
SHAME.
STUCK INSIDE OF MOBLIE WITH THE MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN
Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Copyright © 1966; renewed 1994 Dwarf Music
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