if you only add a strong, steady and tight backbeat of drums, rhythm guitars, bass and maybe some horns to it all.

Consider that in my lifetime I was allowed by successive regimes to hear Jim Morrison “sing”

“Father! I want to Kill you!” And the killer “walked down the hall. … And he said, Mother! I want to  F %©€^¥π√ k you!”

Or Mick Jagger, more tenderly, tell my daughter, “Let’s spend the night together!”

Or sweet Britney —messaging— us all

And how I could go on and on! But you all know…

Unlike any generation in the whole history of the world successive generations after WWII have had reliable shelter, conveniences galore, gadgets aplenty, food in abundance, a global Internet (place the order, here tomorrow!), the Pill(s)* A.I. girls and guys to play with, total security, momma to have your back, and amoral politicians to throw meat into your lying mouths.

And this is your “freedom” and “liberty”? Well I suppose it is, son. May it serve you well. Good luck. You’ll need it.

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• One to prevent a birth, one to kill.

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