a great American hero , we thank you.
when will they be arrested?
treasons known
unnamed
unsolved
a ticking clock
the reason for the torture
was set by the torturers
for today
when will they be arrested?
before or after the damage is done?
Letter to the Editor
For this election, I am asking for a random and periodic audit by using a hand count. This is a way to check the accuracy of the computer count, assuring everyone that the vote is accurately counted. A manual audit has to be decided by the Auditor before election day and each measure has to be counted separately. Since we have a close election predicted, I would ask for a hand count of the Governor, Secretary of State and President . If you doubt that there are any problems with computers counting our ballots, google:You Tube Stephen Spoonamore and watch Spoonamore talk about the implicit risk of voting with computers.
If we do manual hand count audits we could be certain that the Hart Computer system
is counting our ballots accurately. (Why do we need computers to count our votes anyway?) How fast can you count one hundred pieces of paper? If the Secretary of State discourages this,, it is all the more reason to do it. The RCWs state that there can be a manual audit if it is planned before the election. There are only around 12,000 registered voters in the county (eleven hundred of which are on the inactive list and have to go
in to the elections office to get their ballots), Without a manual audit you just have to trust. As I have been trained, “ Trust but Verify” Please contact the Auditor; Milene Henley, at 378-2161 and urge her to do daily random hand count audits of our ballots this election cycle
Thanks, Nancy Brickma
`by Sage Francis
album:Healthy Distrust
(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)
When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like "pick a card, any card..."
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines
I'd be swimmin' with the sharks, mouthes full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that game - Escape Artist
I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves, I...
play through the pain and remain conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one-fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's...
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half
You See I never payed attention
But I can't afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break and an autograph for my cast
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience participation now
When I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!!
And I'll respect it
Check it,
Got a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance
Late to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
That's why you still live at home and I bought this house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself (gettin ahead of myself)
I see the hair on my back (see the hair on my back)
I'm 'On The Road' reading Kerouac
It's poems versus better raps
I think to myself
What's worth remembering
Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?
In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's...
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
But none of this is getting told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listener's attention
I'm a veteran of spatial relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in, head-shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances in a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven-sent angelic devil-boy, and God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but looks CAN kill
And you're unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is vacant
They're all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent
The moment that I caught the train
I let him know I'm going nowhere, and he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bear, not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much
Escape Artist (x 5)
I'm in two places at once
Escape Artist
I ain't slept in months
Escape Artist
I'm just trying to get away
Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
[Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
No magic in the break
Ain't no magic in the breakdown ba-by]
Escape Artist]
[continues in background]
Sage Francis:
(Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart!
You know it's too big, uhh!
Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby.
I'll never fall in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)
Slug:
Make some noise for Sage Francis ya'll!
