Woodstock's 40th Anniversary: Official Chants and Slogans

Comrades! August 15th (July 31st in the Julian calendar) marks the glorious 40th Anniversary of the Great Woodstock Revolution, when a 500,000-strong army of heroic young workers, peasants, and toiling intelligentsia courageously rose in massive rebellion throughout the 600 acre dairy farm, 69 kilometers away from Woodstock, New York, to struggle together for the deepening of the widening of the expansion of the awareness of their struggle.

Within a few short years, similar revolutions happened in almost every country of the world, especially Canada. Now that the dream had become an incredibly colorful reality, it was time for the unwashed everywhere to develop the theory and tactics of the revolutionary movement according to their ability to access the capitalist parent's wallets.

The victory of the battle of Woodstock gave hope to all people of the world who were braving the assault of the reactionary culture. It drove a stake at the heart of imperialism by removing the need for personal hygiene and selective sex among large swathes of the young masses, replacing harmful bourgeois alcohol with beneficial, consciousness-expanding drugs.



40 years later, the epic Woodstock Revolution continues to guide us in our glorious march towards the future through the destruction of the past. Therefore, all media, educational, and entertainment subdivisions are hereby directed to continue their courageous celebration of Flower Power until such time when it has outlived its usefulness to the cause. To this end, the Party has developed a set of mandatory slogans to be used by The People™ at spontaneous rallies, sit-ins, teach-ins, be-ins, and media publications dedicated to this weekend's Great Anniversary.

Official Party-Approved Slogans for the 40th Anniversary of Woodstock

Recite them in K-12 classrooms and college campuses. Print them out and distribute at all Townhall meetings! Oppose the manufactured right-wing slander with the heart-felt truth of Party-approved slogans!

1. Long live the Great Psychedelic Woodstock Revolution - the main event of the 20th century, the beginning of the worldwide historic turn of humanity away from the monochrome past, towards a bright, vividly colorful future!
2. Let live for centuries the name and work of Timothy Leary, the splendiferous leader and creator of the psychedelic revolution - the new objective reality!
3. Long live sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll - the tested and powerful weapon against bourgeois cultural and reactionary generational influence!
4. Let live forever in the people's memory the unparalleled achievement of flower children - the builders of progressive utopia and the leading force in the deconstruction of capitalist civilization!
5. Veterans of the Woodstock Revolution! Mentors of youth! Be in the avant-garde of the national struggle for the complete victory of psychedelic experience, be active organizers and teachers of the masses!
6. Young men and women! Persistently acquire knowledge of drug culture and indiscriminate sexual practices. Don't trust anyone over 30 except for those older people who invented this rule 40 years ago. Be nonconformists because everyone else is!
7. Baby boomers! As you join the new party, the AARP, carry on the selfless struggle for the legalization of recreational drugs. Actively spread doom and gloom in support of the health care reform! Death is the ultimate trip!
8. Citizens of the United States - thwart the system's efforts to control your minds - counteract corporate poison by using LSD, mescaline, and psilocybin!
9. Hemp growers! Raise the effectiveness of high-grade marijuana production! Make better use of basements, national forests, organic fertilizer, and government grants!
10. Workers of hallucinogenic drug industry! Struggle for the further development and intensification of the industrial strength of our hallucinogenics! Expand the consciousness of the masses with less polluting, greener bio-brainmass technologies!
11. Drug dealers! Staunchly struggle to increase distribution of recreational drugs! Renew their assortment and more fully satisfy the needs of the American consumer!
12. Drug traffickers! Develop and perfect the means of transport and communication! Improve by all means service to the national drug industry, more fully satisfy the needs of the diverse community of drug addicts!
13. Activists of literature and art, Hollywood filmmakers! Reach out to the new generations! Teach them an enlightened attitude towards study and recreation! Carry high the banner of counterculture!
14. Workers of the mainstream media! Stand on watch to guard the victories of Woodstock! Write news stories worthy of revolutionary psychedelic experience!
15. Supreme Court Justices! Strictly adhere to the legacy of the founders of Woodstock - the basic law of our lives!
16. Workers of health food industry! Increase the share of recycled organic matter in food preparation! Struggle for a high level of fiber in the servicing of the Woodstock generation!
17. Workers of the people's education! Perfect the preparation of cadres for utopian communes! Teach the growing generation that psychedelia is the pinnacle of intellectual thought!
18. Students and school children! Fervently love the ideals of Woodstock! Learn to live, kick back and relax as your favorite rock stars! Strengthen the powerful union of the three basic revolutionary forces of our time - tune in, turn on, drop out!
19. Minority students! Don't betray your communities - become active gang members! Education is what white people do - persistently demand redistribution of their wealth!
20. College students! Human past is a buzz killer! Ignore history unless it was written by Howard Zinn! Study the works of Zinn, the author of the official history of the Woodstock generation!
21. Peace activists! Decisively speak out against the right of your nations and their citizens to self-defense! All resistance to the forces of international peace and progress must be halted!
22. Workers of the world, unite in a variety of mutually pleasing sexual combinations, including animals, household appliances, and extraterrestrials!
23. Warm greeting to the people of Latin America, heroic fighters against fascist drug policies, for free and independent development of organic coca plantations, for peace, love, and non-resistance to progress!
24. Fraternal greeting to the unbeatable Venezuelan leader Hugo Chavez, the source of free heating oil to Flower Power communities on the East and West coasts!
25. Honor and praise to the valiant al Qaeda and Taliban warriors! Let strengthen and flourish the poppy plantations of Afghanistan, an advanced outpost of the forces of peace and tranquility in the Western world!
26. Trippers of the world, unite!

Scientific consulting services provided by El Marco, bona fide former flower child. For more information see his photo essay Selling Drugs and Revolution to Children in America.
 

Allow me to humbly submit an enthusiastic reprise of an old classic in celebration of our glorious anniversary of hedonism and every other -ism that applies to this revolution of freedom in Amerikka! Thank you Glorious Leader for reminding me of it, I was distracted by my new stuffed mouse toy!

Day Trader (to Day Tripper, apologies to comrades John, Paul, George and Ringo)

I think I'm going to be sad, it looks worse today,
The hair they tried to transplant, it's falling away.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

Re-mem-ber when we were free, to do what we pleeee-ase,
we partied naked all day, and swung from the trees,
Now I'm working all day-hey, now I'm paying my way-hey-hey,
kids tuition to pay, but it's okay-yay-yay!

I tell myself that it's just a dream,
I gotta get back to our Woodstock serene,
where love was free and everything easy,
felling groovy, and bitchin', and keen...

I think I'm going to be mad, I gained weight today,
I don't fit in my Armani, too much Frito-Lay.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
 

General Mousey-Tongue - if cats ate beets, I'd recommend you for the Beet of the Week Award for such a soulful rendering of my favorite tune. But since you seem to like to sleep with stuffed toys, will Stuffed Che of the Week suffice?


 

Rejected Woodstock 40th Anniversary Slogans:

Long live the fraternal friendship and the unshakable unity of hippie communes with minority pressure groups, unions, and progressive organizations - the source of further flourishing of nonconformist orthodoxy!

Long live the New Age movement, the reliable assistant and fighting reserve of the Democrat Party, the vanguard of the young builders of progressive utopia!

Sex workers! Bring into wider use progressive forms and methods of work!

Union activists! Increase your participation at town hall meetings! Fight the infiltration of recalcitrant capitalist element and bourgeois puppets!

Rejected illustration:

Astroturfing AARP meeting with disguised old hippies proved not as effective as the Democrat strategists had expected...


 

Red Square

General Mousey-Tongue - if cats ate beets, I'd recommend you for the Beet of the Week Award for such a soulful rendering of my favorite tune. But since you seem to like to sleep with stuffed toys, will Stuffed Che of the Week suffice?



STUFFED CHE OF THE WEEK? By Mao's Ghost, what an honor!

You are most gracious, O Reddest of the Red! I will treasure this as my most favorite of my favoritest stuffed mouse toys. No, this rises above all the rest...I must copy it and license it for sale in progressive markets everywhere, while donating all proceeds to Central Planning to offset that large investment in Chia Ches.

As for my sleeping preferences, I am reticent to disclose what I sleep with, let's just say that the terms 'stuffed' and 'toys' could apply in some rare instances...
 

General Mousey-Tongue

As for my sleeping preferences, I am reticent to disclose what I sleep with, let's just say that the terms 'stuffed' and 'toys' could apply in some rare instances...
That's quite alright. The important thing is, we know what Pupovich sleeps with. Batteries not included.


 

Yes, he has always been a 'leg man'...

(I will avoid any temptation towards species-ism by implying all dogs are alike in their sleeping and leg-humping preferences. I refuse to go there.)
 

Once I had sneaked into the Pup's Pleasure Palace to repatriate some of the nano Jimmy Carter rabbits and found him in bed with five legs. Unless he's been dating one of the more colorful members of the DNC, one of a different species, say arachnid, that's bigamy.

I think the lesson of Woodstock is to get so very drunk and high that you forget how it stank, what diseases you picked up, and how much you trashed someone else's land. Not that you care about that anyway.
 

When is Altmont's......? Altamounts....? Altoid's....?

Aww sh!t!

You know... that other "Peace & Love" Festival's 40th Comemoration?
 

Can we shift the subject away from Pupovich before he ends up getting denounced again and walking away with yet another promotion?

Red Square mentioned the Julian calendar at the opening of his article, which reminds me, we need to come up with a new, politically correct calendar, to wit: The Obama Calendar.

The Julian calendar is named for Julius Caesar who rampaged all over Europe and began the destruction of the environment, which continues to this day with the result that our planet only has a few years left unless we start talking now about what action we should take to persuade the world's leaders of the necessity to recognize and acknowledge that something needs to be done, and soon.

As for the Gregorian calendar, it's named after a pope--a religious leader, mind you. This clearly violates the Constitutional separation of church and state.

We can establish the new Obama Calendar and proclaim ourselves living in A.O. Anno Obama or the Age of Obama.

Do we start A.O. from the date of his birth, which means we're now in Year 48 A.O.? Or do we start this glorious new era from the date of his inauguration, or the date he was elected?

Or would it be the day sometime last summer when he made that speech about this being the moment the planet started healing?

This is obviously going to require the appointment of a committee, or at least a Calendar Czar.

Now, does this sufficiently distract everyone from the subject of Pupovich?
 

Far Out Man!


 

Thoughtcriminals at The Ayn Rand Center claim that the essence of the festival was destruction, not peace and love.

What Woodstock Really Stands For: A Symbol of a "Counterculture" of Destruction

What are they, parents or something? According to prog logic that means there can never be peace and love until all thoughtcriminals like that are destroyed.

That's why Bill Ayers in 1969 famously said "Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that's where it's really at." See? He was forced to do what he did. And if only everybody had done what Ayers said, then we could all live in peace and love each other. But that didn't happen and we had to wait 40 long years for Obama to become president.

Bill Ayers, are you listening? The entire country is at your feet now. Tell us what to do!
 

On a brighter, more colorful note...


 

 

General Mousey-Tongue

Allow me to humbly submit an enthusiastic reprise of an old classic in celebration of our glorious anniversary of hedonism and every other -ism that applies to this revolution of freedom in Amerikka! Thank you Glorious Leader for reminding me of it, I was distracted by my new stuffed mouse toy!

Day Trader (to Day Tripper, apologies to comrades John, Paul, George and Ringo)

I think I'm going to be sad, it looks worse today,
The hair they tried to transplant, it's falling away.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

Re-mem-ber when we were free, to do what we pleeee-ase,
we partied naked all day, and swung from the trees,
Now I'm working all day-hey, now I'm paying my way-hey-hey,
kids tuition to pay, but it's okay-yay-yay!

I tell myself that it's just a dream,
I gotta get back to our Woodstock serene,
where love was free and everything easy,
felling groovy, and bitchin', and keen...

I think I'm going to be mad, I gained weight today,
I don't fit in my Armani, too much Frito-Lay.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!

Is it me, is it something in the kool-aid, is it because it's almost my bedtime, is there a conspiracy afoot to mess with my head, am I acting typical of someone who was at Woodstock or just being my usual befuddled self . . . or does this sound more like "Ticket to Ride"?
 

Indeed, it's a combination of the two. The title and the ending are from Day Tripper, and the middle is Ticket To Ride. But that doesn't matter as long as you can see the music - you do see it, don't you?

Unless, of course, General was slyly trying to get two awards at once for just one number. And Pinkie caught him as she became befuddled about under which name to enter his Beet of the Week Award in her journal.

Pinkie - because you displayed extraordinary presence of mind when everyone is reliving Woodstock, I nominate you for the duration of this festive weekend to be the designated driver of our our collective's minibus.


 

And Maksim, your wonderful art reminded me of another psychedelia...


 

We need a NeoWoodstock Comrades! Someone must find a dairy farm, some loud bands, and a bunch of people who feel they are entitled to everything without actually doing anything for it. Mind bending drugs, and hippies are a plus. In fact, I nominate Pinkie as NeoWoodstock Czarina. She's a woman which is more progressive, plus she wears a stylish red piece of cloth on her head, and has a shovel. Did I mention the shovel? The shovel of a thousand thwacks? Anyhow back to the subject at hand....

Who will headline the new equally progressive NeoWoodstock?
 

General Mousey-Tongue

Allow me to humbly submit an enthusiastic reprise of an old classic in celebration of our glorious anniversary of hedonism and every other -ism that applies to this revolution of freedom in Amerikka!
!

General Mousey-Tongue. Very, very, glorious, glorious...
To commemorate this our dear leader has indeed embarked on a Magical Mystery Tour of his own!! Yes! It is truly a mystery to all what the Glorious will do with our health care.
Under the guise of Town-hall Meetings meant to "educate" the masses, what began as a mystery still remains a mystery....oooo Let us not question his Plan!
Yes he is The Walrus!!

 

Red Square

My BUS!!! Dude! My BUSS!! It took me 3 years and twenty sheets of acid to paint that bus dude, and now the collective has taken it over? Ah that's cool man, just hit me with 20 pounds of reefer around back. Right On! Get Down! Groovy and Solid! Power to the Hippies, or is that Yuppies, or is that Progs....

Damn, we need an evolutionary chart around here...
 

Evolutionary chart... a most equal idea. Would it start off with Marx as the origin, or should we take a couple of steps back?
 

Hey!

Somebody miss these proles? I found them lost on the street...

 

Colonel 7.62

Evolutionary chart... a most equal idea. Would it start off with Marx as the origin, or should we take a couple of steps back?

I'm sorry dude, I'm like so high right now from this whole like, EXPERIENCE, I like don't know... how about like Dionysus or is that like way too DWEM for you cats.... *puuuufffffffff*

Oh look is that is that Bob Dylan!?! Dude!
 

Rosie the Red

Yes he is The Walrus!!




We're going down in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine.



Haha.....hahaha....aaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!
 

Speaking of Beatles songs and Yellow Submarine, we had an item in People's Karaokenot long ago, which I'd like to reproduce:

Quote:

This revised and improved version of the timeless classic was written by our friend Vanderleun and first posted on his site American Digest.

Obama's Submarine

Original Music: The Beatles Lyrics: Vanderleun

In the land where I was born
Ran a pol who said he sees
And he promised us spare change
If we gave him the submarines

So we voted him our Prez
And he turned the sea red ink
And we sank beneath those waves
In Obama's submarine

We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine
We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine

The Chicoms sucked up our debt
They won't foreclose us, yah, you bet
And history begins to play....

We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine
We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine

["Full speed ahead, Mr. Geithner, full speed ahead!"
"Full speed over here, bro!"
"Stimulus station! Stimulus station!"
"Aye, aye, sir, fire GM!"
"Heaven! Heaven!"]

As we live a life of sleaze (A life of sleaze!)
Everyone of us (Everyone of us) gets little we need (Gets little we need)
Sky of pie (Sky of pie!) and sea of spleen (Sea of spleen!)
In Obama's (In Obama's) submarine (Submarine, ha, ha)

We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine
We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine
We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine
We're all broke in Obama's submarine
Obama's submarine, Obama's submarine.....

 

Red Rooster

Colonel 7.62

Evolutionary chart... a most equal idea. Would it start off with Marx as the origin, or should we take a couple of steps back?

I'm sorry dude, I'm like so high right now from this whole like, EXPERIENCE, I like don't know... how about like Dionysus or is that like way too DWEM for you cats.... *puuuufffffffff*

Oh look is that is that Bob Dylan!?! Dude!

Whoa dude! I got some OPW (other people's weed man!) this is so awesome. Dude like left to use the latrine, and left his stash just like sitting there! And I got some acid too! Wooo!!!!!
 

In People's Karaoke, we also have an item called

Good Morning Hsu Shine

It seems that people who had organized Woodstock in 1969 were also involved in fishy Democrat fundraisers in the recent years, gathering money for Hillary and it had something to do with Hsu. Hence the name, the theme, and the pictures.


 

Commissarka Pinkie

Can we shift the subject away from Pupovich before he ends up getting denounced again and walking away with yet another promotion?

Red Square mentioned the Julian calendar at the opening of his article, which reminds me, we need to come up with a new, politically correct calendar, to wit: The Obama Calendar.

The Julian calendar is named for Julius Caesar who rampaged all over Europe and began the destruction of the environment, which continues to this day with the result that our planet only has a few years left unless we start talking now about what action we should take to persuade the world's leaders of the necessity to recognize and acknowledge that something needs to be done, and soon.

As for the Gregorian calendar, it's named after a pope--a religious leader, mind you. This clearly violates the Constitutional separation of church and state.

We can establish the new Obama Calendar and proclaim ourselves living in A.O. Anno Obama or the Age of Obama.

Do we start A.O. from the date of his birth, which means we're now in Year 48 A.O.? Or do we start this glorious new era from the date of his inauguration, or the date he was elected?

Or would it be the day sometime last summer when he made that speech about this being the moment the planet started healing?

This is obviously going to require the appointment of a committee, or at least a Calendar Czar.

Now, does this sufficiently distract everyone from the subject of Pupovich?

Comrade Pinkie,

You have proposed an excellent idea.

Day 1 - August 4th, Year One. A baby boy is born to an American white mother and the black son of the descendent of Muslim African slave traders. His mother, in the year prior to his birth, had just returned from living in the worker's paradise of Cuba, supporting the Western Hemisphere's first brave true revolutionary.

Day 30 - Although his skin coloration was quite light at birth, it darkened enough after the first month to qualify him for future scholarships and preferential treatment.
 

CItizen's

If you are talking party, your talking Communist Party, if you are ready to rock!

Publius
 

Pinkie, Leninka, the Obama calendar is of course the perfect one. I think that day one really ought to be the day that he pronounced us starting to heal, just as in the old calendar July 4, 1776 was the day of a pronouncement, not the day of getting it done.

The interesting thing about this calendar is there will be no B.O.. That is, before Obama. because that would be inside the event horizon that is His O'liness.

This will be convenient also because there will be no way to calculate investment or inflation. We will not have the specter of say the Founding Fathers looking down on us, clucking their tongues.

And we won't have those messy examples of real American heros at Iwo Jima and Omaha Beach, when we know that a true American hero is someone who rats out his grandmother to [email protected].
 

General Mousey-Tongue

Yes, he has always been a 'leg man'....

He should like this then ...


 

Rosie the Red

Yes he is The Walrus!!

There is a rumor going around that if you play his O'liness speeches backward there are coded messages ....

My favorite album was Commie Road, a close 2nd was the Red Album, loved that great hit "Back in the USSA".


 

Superkommissar Maksim

Far Out Man!



Most equal Superkommissar Maksim! As I recall during the '08 campaign the theme was "Are You Experienced?"
 

ohayogozaimasu,

first, - 'real american heroes at iwo jima"? the real heroes were the noble japanese solders who proclaimed an outward expression of guilt and commited seppuku. didn't you see the movie iojimakaranotegami? eastwoodsan is pretty good.

secondly, i'm a little confused. these 'dirt hippies', did they not oppose capitalism? but did they still not have a govt agency to regulate their pharmaceuticals to guarantee equality of distribution? how could these 'dirt hippies' denounce emperialism but completely rely on free market principles with dealers using supply/demand and profits to ensure a constant supply of mind expansion chemicals?

could someone explain this apparent lapse of reasoning? either on my part or the part of the movement. douzo, arigatou.

when nihonjin oppose an issue, we settle it with the katana.

atode,
emperor kakubakuhatsu
 

Congratulations, Comrades on the most inspiring art. Unfortunately, I don't do art, only snark.
We can't blame our Dear Leader for the happenings at Woodstock. Afterall, he was only eight years old learning Muslim prayers at the Madrassa. I did find this:

 

This reminds me...



And another jewel in the People's Karaoke section -

Teleanor Prompter
By Paul McCartney and Laika the Space Dog

Ah, look at all the voting sheeple
Ah, look at all the voting sheeple

Teleanor Prompter scrolls down the pane on the stage where Obama is seen
He Lives the Dream
Looks like a window, giving a speech that he made for the Press which they adore.
Where is Al Gore?

Ah, look at all the voting sheeple
Where do they all come from ?
All the voting sheeple
Where do they all belong ?

Jonathan Favreau writing the words of a speech that no one will hear
They've come to cheer.
Look at him working. Writing his pap in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

Ah, look at all the voting sheeple
Where do they all come from?
All the voting sheeple
Where do they all belong?

Teleanor Prompter became unplugged on the stage and Obama looked hopelessly lame
Mumbling "Change"
Robert L. Gibbs wiping the sweat from his head as he puts out a spin
With a dumb grin

Ah, look at all the voting sheeple
Where do they all come from?
All the voting sheeple
Where do they all belong?
 

My video tribute to Woodstock for the current generation of Revolutionaries:
Volunteers of America 2009



Go to it now, it calls you, you can't refuse. How does it feel?
 

Got a revolution, comrade Alinsky!

Lenin's definition of a revolutionary situation may lose in translation, but here it is:

A revolutionary situation is when those above can't do it anymore and those below won't take it anymore.
 

Trust me, it loses absolutely nothing in translation. I never knew Lenin was such a wit.
 

The way it's phrased in Russian is not meant as a double entendre. Lenin was a pretty serious fella, so the pun was not intended. The sexual connotation was added later. I didn't catch it myself at first, until the girls started giggling at our high school history class. That's when a light bulb flashed in my brain, illuminating the darkest nooks and crannies of historical reality for me, especially those related to the class struggle between the oppressors and the oppressed, the upper classed and the lower classes, the haves and the have nots.
 

Comrades – Another tribute to Woodstock with some indoctrination and a commercial for Kamp Obama thrown in for good measure. A look at our Past, Present and Future!



- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJysHESd8bQ
 

Commissarka Pinkie

General Mousey-Tongue

Allow me to humbly submit an enthusiastic reprise of an old classic in celebration of our glorious anniversary of hedonism and every other -ism that applies to this revolution of freedom in Amerikka! Thank you Glorious Leader for reminding me of it, I was distracted by my new stuffed mouse toy!

Day Trader (to Day Tripper, apologies to comrades John, Paul, George and Ringo)

I think I'm going to be sad, it looks worse today,
The hair they tried to transplant, it's falling away.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

Re-mem-ber when we were free, to do what we pleeee-ase,
we partied naked all day, and swung from the trees,
Now I'm working all day-hey, now I'm paying my way-hey-hey,
kids tuition to pay, but it's okay-yay-yay!

I tell myself that it's just a dream,
I gotta get back to our Woodstock serene,
where love was free and everything easy,
felling groovy, and bitchin', and keen...

I think I'm going to be mad, I gained weight today,
I don't fit in my Armani, too much Frito-Lay.
But I've got a Beemer to ri-ide, I've got a Beemer to ri-hi-hide,
I've got a Beemer to ride, no Chev-ro-let!

Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!
Daaaay trader, yeah!

Is it me, is it something in the kool-aid, is it because it's almost my bedtime, is there a conspiracy afoot to mess with my head, am I acting typical of someone who was at Woodstock or just being my usual befuddled self . . . or does this sound more like "Ticket to Ride"?

Commissarka, please consider the spririt (or spirits) under which this thread is titled and what was written. I was in a catnip-induced haze of indigo and puce when writing this, and I was interrupted by a herd of psychodelic zebras when 'getting it down'. I remember something about having a beer with Dick Cheney and laughing at his jokes, and then waking up in a lake of fire with a dog trying to hump my leg. Bad trip? The worst!

If it helps any, I will attempt to combine the entire White Album repertoire in my next Peoples Karaoke submission...that is if I can come down out of this tree. Screaming blue meanies and pancromatic mimes are trying to get me, and I am running low on ammo...
 

Dude! Dude! Yo kitty cat!.... like ammo comes in like sheets...

















Get the O'liness stuff...


 

 

Here kitty, kitty, kitty, .... we got a fresh batch of catnip in the bunker. You can keep it with the stash you have hidden under the couch. This is the good shit, man. So keep it in it's baggie, dig?


RR,

Like whoa man!!! What's that growing out of Pelosivich's head?
 

Comrade General, I have dispatch a unit of Red Guard Cat Retrieval and Litter Box Cleaning troops to your tree.
 

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Admire the wares of Socialist Serenity(TM)....


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Colonel 7.62

Comrade General, I have dispatch a unit of Red Guard Cat Retrieval and Litter Box Cleaning troops to your tree.

Peace, brother. Tell them to hurry. I got some really bad stuff man!!!







Hurry!
 

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...







(Cue Iron Butterfly)
 

General Mousey-Tongue

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...





(Cue Iron Butterfly)

Dude! I told you NOT to mix that catnip I gave you with that old stash you keep under the couch in the bunker.

Paging, Dr. Leary. Report to the bunker, STAT!
 

ohayogozaimasu,

this woodstock is quite perplexing... last evening on the american mass visual agitating electronic population thought control devise, i witnessed someone proclaiming that woodstock was the only peaceful gathering and that all other gatherings trying to emulate woodstock contained violence. why does the progressive peoples have such a hard time coming together as one?

in japan we have great events where masses of citizens gather with no violence. such as annual naha tug of war. it even has war in title and no violence. although the tug of war is based around competition, which i know is undesirable (working on way to create non competitive tug of war), the event unites many people as one. i believe this woodstock event accomplished the same removal of individuality. naha unites many people on end of rope as one person against many people on other end of rope as one person. woodstock united the american counterculture as a conformist chemically dependant group of people out of touch with reality against thinking individuals.

naha tug of war and woodstock are, accounting for cultural differences, similar with the exception of lack of drug in naha people and lack of poop on naha street.



you enjoy visual agitation, thank you.








domoarigatougozaimasu,
emperor kakubakuhatsu


ps - generalmousey-tonguesan, your images cause strange and unpredictable thought patterns. i must look away.
 

Emperor Kakubakuhatsu

ps - generalmousey-tonguesan, your images cause strange and unpredictable thought patterns. i must look away.

Kanitchiwah, Emperor Kakubakuhatsusan. I wish to look away also...

My good Zampolit, I admit I forgot your warning. I am a cat with a limited attention span. Natural selection gave you humans advanced reasoning - but made us cute and furry. On the downside, we cats have the ability to focus approximately equal to an ADHD teenager on crack.

Now, where is Che? How about some catnip...
 

El Presidente did not realize that Comrade Woodstock was 40 years old, he does not look anything close to that age.



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Comrades,

There is some glorioiusly groovy stuff here, but I always thought the best thing Woodstockers and wanna-bes could do was to emulate Janis Joplin and fly. Wasn't that her thing, "Death is just another word for nothin' left to lose"?

The "need LSD now" girl is entertaining. What does she offer in exchange? It takes at least 15 minutes to kick in, so:

When do we want to wig out? Now!
When do we want to shirk adulthood? Now!
When do we want better living through chemistry? Now!
When do we want free gelcaps instead of nappy paper tabs? Now!
 

Red Rooster

OK comrades, enough of the dope stuff. We now have Hope and Change for our Euphoria. We only need pure Obamanism to intoxicate ourselves now. Altered Reality is now our true reality.

Any more of this and I shall summon Elvis to clean up this disgusting drug orgy.




http://www.gwu.edu/~nsarchiv/nsa/elvis/elnix.html#meet





 

Infidel Castrate

OK comrades, enough of the dope stuff. We now have Hope and Change for our Euphoria. We only need pure Obamanism to intoxicate ourselves now. Altered Reality is now our true reality.

Any more of this and I shall summon Elvis to clean up this disgusting drug orgy.

Comrade Infidel Castrate,

Dude, you just totally killed my buzz yet somehow managed to buzz my kill of AmeriKKKa.

As for Elvis, who has been dethroned now that we have 0bama, Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper apparently had a hotline to him at "(619) 239 KING." They called it "the E-Phone."
 

Comrade_Tovarich

As for Elvis, who has been dethroned now that we have 0bama, Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper apparently had a hotline to him at "(619) 239 KING." They called it "the E-Phone."

Hmmm, OK so the Nixon fella maybe has a good pedigree, I'll give them a thumbs up since anybody that could write songs called"Stuffin' Martha's Muffin", ( about MTV VJ Martha Quinn ) and "Debbie Gibson Is Pregnant with My Two-Headed Love Child" can't be all that bad, good progressives IMO.

But those Elvis "Impersonator" Impersonators ... not so sure, except maybe for the hot babes in Elvis "drag".

I called that number, no one answered?
 

Comrade Infidel Castrate,

I called that number when the song came out (when, 1987?) and got a recorded message, but I can't recall what it said.

There is a song called "Burn Down the Malls" with a section about CA commuter road rage. Mojo suggests putting a couple of inflatable dolls beside you and taking the carpool lane--"Just start cruisin' down that sucker!" Later he urges everyone stuck in traffic to just put the petal to the metal, then he rambles, and finally he says, "Shoot through them toll booths at 100 mph throwing pennies up in the air!" I've felt like doing that on the Chicago Skyway.

I'm not Bill Clinton, but I can imagine (and that's better than feeling, right?) his pain.
 

Comrade_Tovarich

Comrade Infidel Castrate,

I called that number when the song came out (when, 1987?) and got a recorded message, but I can't recall what it said.

There is a song called "Burn Down the Malls" with a section about CA commuter road rage. Mojo suggests putting a couple of inflatable dolls beside you and taking the carpool lane--"Just start cruisin' down that sucker!" Later he urges everyone stuck in traffic to just put the petal to the metal, then he rambles, and finally he says, "Shoot through them toll booths at 100 mph throwing pennies up in the air!" I've felt like doing that on the Chicago Skyway.

I'm not Bill Clinton, but I can imagine (and that's better than feeling, right?) his pain.

Hmmmm, I like the inflatable dolls concept, perhaps they had some Martha Quinn inflatables back then? Would have been a lot a lot of fun parked in the back row of the drive-in back with one of those. Inflatable dolls are "easy", don't even have to get them drunk.

Oh wait ... I gotta run, the guys in the white coats are coming for me to take my meds now.
 

Comrade Infidel Castrate,

I feel your pain. Like Dear Leader, 0bamaCare is compassionate. Trust them, they will do you right. And I don't mean "the white coats" who provided Stalin with his final care.