As I work and play my way through my senior year, I feel the need to share my adventures with the world. While I write essays, cram credits for my major, and have awesome pig piles with my ladies, you dear reader, will be privy to my every move. Well, at least those I decide to share with you.
Monday, November 9, 2009
My Father Would be Proud
After extensive research into protest music of the United States and leftist ideas of class and labor structure, I have decided that Communism was a pretty darn cool thing and that we should give it another go. If that fails, we can abandon class equality and develop an elite ruling social echelon of grass roots folk singers with the absolute and dictatorial rulership going of course to the almighty Pete Seeger. I mean honestly, who wouldn't want to be dictated to be Pete Seeger? He knows who the land belongs to (you and me; so no more fighting about borders and property lines), he has a hammer (which he hammers in the morning for you early risers), and to top it off, it is rumored that he has in his possession a golden thread and assuming that there's more where that came from, we'll all be rich and flashily dressed. Get out and listen to some Seeger, people! Then this will all seem funnier, I promise.
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