In an editorial for the Chicago Sun-Times, Jesse Jackson writes that despite our military prowess, the US lacks the moral authority to — wait. Wait wait wait. You know what? Who cares what Jesse Jackson writes. The last time this two-bit, race-baiting shakedown artist was relevant I was wearing parachute pants and hanging velvet Def Leppard posters all over my room.
No. My new, permanent response to all things Jesse Jackson will be this: “Jesse who’s this now? Sorry, never heard of the guy.”
Here. Try this instead.
Jesse’s writing about moral authority ? I didn’t know the CST had switched to an all-humor format.
racist.
The last time this two-bit, race-baiting shakedown artist was relevant I was wearing parachute pants and hanging velvet Def Leppard posters all over my room.
– – -So, last Thursday after a few beers, then?
Me, too. (Just a Pyromania, C’mon!)
One of my favorite concert moments:
In 1982, Def Leppard, opening for Blackfoot in Lubbock, Texas, got booed off the stage.
I mean they flat out sucked!
omigawd! That was my first concert! The scaplers were losing $2 on $8 tickets. I was 15 1/2 and was wondering why the guy next to me was sucking on burning plumbing!
THe had velvet Def Leppard posters?
Man, that’s the last time I spend a decade with the Amish.
Awwwww……..Look at the cute Puppies!!!
WHO’S A GOOD BOY?? HMM?? WHO’S A GOOD BOY!!
Jesse who again?
Never heard of him.
Parachute pants? Didn’t make them big enough. No, more like cuffed up, peg-legged jeans, black lace shirt, huge crooked belt, PINK zebra bandana rolled up under mega sized hair, huge PINK feathers at the ends of a leather strap around my neck. At an Adam Ant concert.
Stand and Deliver!
I once said that the drummer got better when he lost an arm, so why not lop the other off to see how much better he’d be without that one, too.