The first thing that came to my mind was also someone whose last name rhymes with shell. I’m just going to assume we’re thinking of the same person…haha
Kumquats; This must refer to the secret group of quantum mechanics who are said to be building 300 DP (donkey power) Gapsters for use in the 5th century
Marsha, I’m leaving you.
Marsha, I gave you all I had to give and you gave nothing in return.
You never made dinner.
Or the bed.
Time and time again, wailing, crying, demanding,and cajoling through thick and thin, even that time at the car wash.
You.
Gave.
Zip.
You gave nada,
not a single iota of effort.
Nada, Marsha.
Nada, nada, nada.
These feet are made for walking, Marsha and that’s exactly what they’ll do.
Geronimo!!
I hate it, with full recognition of other people’s right to like it.
It’s practically atonal.
Monotonous.
Thought the melodies may vary, albeit slightly, the timbre and the nature of the sound remains constant throughout every country song I’ve ever heard, and I have heard my fair share of this single-tracked music that always seems to follow a few common themes.
Cars.
Girls.
Money.
It is drivel.
It is meaningless.
It is evil!
People fail to ask only because they are unaware that it exists; whatever happened to the old country influences like Blues, Gospel, Bluegrass? The legitimate forms of country, those with a past that don’t simply repeat the same mindless set of G and C chords have been dominated, mutilated and destroyed by the filth spewing from Nashville and it is for us to revive it, to revive the Revivalist spirit, to sing the Gospel and pick the Blues once more, and revitalize that powerful presence and resonant heart of country, the Mississippi Delta Blues, Alabama Gospel chorus, it is time for us who appreciate real music to arise and take back what is ours, THIS IS THE TIME OF RAILROAD BILL! FOLLOW THE LIGHT OF TRUTH IN MUSIC BACK TO OUR ONE TRUE PATH!
Today we shall rule the world.
Today we take back from the evil tryants and despot rulers.
We begin to heal the world and save its people.
We become a force for good.
The earth is falling apart and we have no structures by which we shall face the future and all that it holds.
We.
Shall.
Prevail.
The world shall be united.
By removing the evils of the world.
By taking back the lands.
By becoming one world.
The world is a mess and I just need to rule it, under united rule shall we become a force to be reckoned with when the impending alien hordes come marching, we shall survive.
Hail.
Love. It.
Looks like a book I recently read. ;)
some people would think this might be a bit of a cheap shot at someone whose last name rhymes with, um, shell.
The first thing that came to my mind was also someone whose last name rhymes with shell. I’m just going to assume we’re thinking of the same person…haha
I have poor imagination, so please enlighten me, so I’ll also know “someone whose last name rhymes with, um, shell.”.
Hmmm…reminiscent of the Tea Party manifesto…
Lisa, I suggest you get yourself an ironing board, a donkey, and a web cam and use those items in a creative way to make money on the internet.
Why would she want to film a donkey ironing?
Donkeys can’t iron.
Is that donkey thing like the ‘kumquat’ thing in the article?
What’s a Kumquat?
Is there a tea party happening somewhere?
Is a kumquat some kind of cake?
I like cake.
Can I ride the donkey at the tea party?
Do donkeys like cake?
I think donkeys can like cake but they can’t iron.
I saw one eat cake once but not ever ironing.
O.K.
Bye!
HAHAHAHAHA
Donkeys can’t iron?
Oh. My.
Many have pressed into service.
Man, now I’m really confused. Sounds just like the instructions for filling out a form in plain English!
I am a banana!
This kind of looks a lot like every blog post
I’ve.
ever.
written.
Except there’s a lot more use of bold, underlined, and italicized text.
Charlie Sheen….manifesto master level 5
Now, this is a concept I can embrace.
This could be the beginning of a new political movement.
Kumquat.
Indeed.
A kumquat is a fruit. Donkeys can iron, but only if attached to ironing machines with donkey adaptations.
I like craplike the above but the tablets will amke me better.
I can iron a donkey!
Kumquats! HaHAhaHAaHaha!! One of my favorite words!!
Man the barricades – this manifesto speaks for all of us!!!
Read in Glenn Beck’s voice, this sounds like any given clip reproduced on the daily show.
The formula for a Palahniuk novel as well, it could be said.
I know I will sound like an idiot,
But what is this a reference to?
I want to see you hands gesticulating and your sincerity that you’ll have to forfeit later on!
Kumquats; This must refer to the secret group of quantum mechanics who are said to be building 300 DP (donkey power) Gapsters for use in the 5th century
Sorry, I prefer rhubarb
Marsha, I’m leaving you.
Marsha, I gave you all I had to give and you gave nothing in return.
You never made dinner.
Or the bed.
Time and time again, wailing, crying, demanding,and cajoling through thick and thin, even that time at the car wash.
You.
Gave.
Zip.
You gave nada,
not a single iota of effort.
Nada, Marsha.
Nada, nada, nada.
These feet are made for walking, Marsha and that’s exactly what they’ll do.
Geronimo!!
Absolute genius. I have no idea what this manifesto represents or even means, but I am fully on board!
Brilliant. Writing!! :)
I hate country music.
I hate it, with full recognition of other people’s right to like it.
It’s practically atonal.
Monotonous.
Thought the melodies may vary, albeit slightly, the timbre and the nature of the sound remains constant throughout every country song I’ve ever heard, and I have heard my fair share of this single-tracked music that always seems to follow a few common themes.
Cars.
Girls.
Money.
It is drivel.
It is meaningless.
It is evil!
People fail to ask only because they are unaware that it exists; whatever happened to the old country influences like Blues, Gospel, Bluegrass? The legitimate forms of country, those with a past that don’t simply repeat the same mindless set of G and C chords have been dominated, mutilated and destroyed by the filth spewing from Nashville and it is for us to revive it, to revive the Revivalist spirit, to sing the Gospel and pick the Blues once more, and revitalize that powerful presence and resonant heart of country, the Mississippi Delta Blues, Alabama Gospel chorus, it is time for us who appreciate real music to arise and take back what is ours, THIS IS THE TIME OF RAILROAD BILL! FOLLOW THE LIGHT OF TRUTH IN MUSIC BACK TO OUR ONE TRUE PATH!
SOUL!
cool…..
Today we shall rule the world.
Today we take back from the evil tryants and despot rulers.
We begin to heal the world and save its people.
We become a force for good.
The earth is falling apart and we have no structures by which we shall face the future and all that it holds.
We.
Shall.
Prevail.
The world shall be united.
By removing the evils of the world.
By taking back the lands.
By becoming one world.
The world is a mess and I just need to rule it, under united rule shall we become a force to be reckoned with when the impending alien hordes come marching, we shall survive.
Hail.
That’s awesome.
You totally took a line from dr horribles sing along blog. XD
Which line? Now I’m curious.
“One. Word. Sentences. ”
This is too funny!