Grace Slick For President
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(Conspiracy Nation, 6/20/04) -- It's time for a change. The so-called Greatest Generation, actually sleeping apostles who
totally missed the rise of the Military-Industrial Complex and its
consequent betrayal of American idealism, are eerie precursors of what the
Baby Boomer Generation could become. Do we want to end up like that? Like
failures fed mush by an ass-licking Tom Brokaw? We are already a joke to Generation X, who sneer at our persistent
reminiscences about the 1960s. "You should have been there. The 1960s were wild! We were going to
change the world!" ("Sure thing, old-timer.") Look at the brown-nosing conformist leaders we have heaved up: Bill
Clinton and George W. Bush. To Generation X, with no memory of wild child
Abbie Hoffman nor of John and Yoko hiding in a bag, Clinton and Bush
personify the 1960s. Look into your heart. Is this the memory you want to hand down to your
children, the past equated with Clinton and
Bush? |
There is still hope: a lady, not assassinated like Hoffman and Lennon, who
never sold out her 1960s idealism. When the Truth is Found to be Lies, Vote for
Grace Slick.
And what do we know of Grace Slick? March 5, 1994: Grace Slick arrested for
pointing a shotgun at police. This tells us not only that she supports the right
to keep and bear arms, but also that she truly wants to get government off our
backs.
Sure she's a little wild, but so were we, once upon a time. At least we know
she's honest, which is more than can be said about most politicians these
days.
"I've enjoyed accomodations offered by police departments from Florida to Hawaii. Any time I saw a badge, something in me would snap," reminisced Ms. Slick. Slick is not reacting to the police, per se, who after all don't write the laws. She is obviously (as she herself says) reacting to a badge, symbol of the seal given to Cain and denoting authoritarianism.
And why not get the griping feminists off our backs by giving them what they're always bitching about -- at last, a woman president, Grace Slick.
"What you gonna do about Cleveland? What you gonna do about the economic price index?" So rhetorically asked Slick in one of her political statements. Her solution? "F*** You! We do what we want!" And that is her in a nutshell, a living embodiment of what the 1960s were really about.
This November, when you go to vote, tell the Judge of Election you'd like to
cast a write-in vote. They can instruct you on how that is done. Then, after you
enter the voting booth, for president spell out that last hope name, Grace
Slick.
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