Oh great. I just got back from taking my kids the shore and hanging out with these old, bald, married guys who say they went to High School with me. Now I’m having flashbacks and earworms.
in the eighties i moved from boston to
san diego
all the radio played was classic rock
or black-[rap or lame soul]
so after being there for 3 ,4 years i come back to my hood and all my in the know music peoples were talking about the ‘smiths’
never heard of them
so they played me a couple of tunes
and right away i was ” this guy is a fag”
not that theres anything wrong with that
but they were all check out the music!
so i did overcome my predujuse and i listenened and
said- “these guys are cool!- let’s go see ’em”
and my friends just laughed- ” they broke up, asshole”
i cry nightly as i hug my morrissey doll
life is so unfair!
i know the neighborhoods!
my taste was the dogmatics! my best friend was the drummer
i have saved a matchbook that says the rat on it
ha- i think it will be worth money someday?
yup- blackjacks-outlets-dogmatics
i was there
dogmatics were the best
too bad the twin died in a motorcycle accident
rhode island- rash of stabbings!
sorry for being gabby
dogmatics show
at o’briens in allston
it was a tiny bar with a pool table in the back room
so they clear the pool table and the band takes the stage
so they sing a couple of songs and my friend jumps on the light that was over the pool table
and he starts doing “the swim’
and i’m lookin at the light- which was hooked up to acoustical ceiling
and i’m thinking- this -the ceiling wont hold
so he’s swimming and the ceiling is bending
and and the dogmatics go into ” i go shithouse when i hear ur name”
and lil r’nr’ ollers are rockin and i’m just watching the ceiling
and everything comes down- boom!
and that is called a memory
So, I’m pulling out of my local supermarket and stopped for a red light at the intersection where striking Verizon workers have decided to lounge around for the last week or two and I notice a guy in a red (natch) T-Shirt with a logo on the back that has the words “Scab Hunter” overlaying a set of crosshairs.
Then it occurs to me that I’m probably more than qualified to do this asshole’s job.
I don’t miss my ’80s hair — none there then and can’t grow it now so I guess I still got it — nor the natty OD green duds that came with the ‘do — even the underwear — although there’s something to be said for wash & wear hair and not needing to worry about what to wear to work. I do miss my ’80s waistline, but not enough to start running 6 miles a day to get it back. Don’t miss the POS VW Rabbit either, but I do kinda miss the ’64 Ford pick’em up. Sure, I had to raise the hood and give the starter motor a whack with a 2# ball peen to get it to start, but it was a classic.
Verizon Communications Inc. reported a dozen cases of sabotaged cable lines and warned of delays in repairs and customer service on the second day of a strike involving about 45,000 employees.[…]
Meanwhile, across the Northeast, the desperation is clear from a message left on a phone hotline set up for members of a union chapter in Brooklyn. The voice of a representative encourages members to deal harshly with “managers and scabs.”
“It is open season. Follow them safely, but when you get to a location, torture them, torture them with chants and noise. Be so loud that they can’t concentrate and wish they never got out of bed,” says the recorded voice.
Another part of the message states:
“They are trying to break our union. Understand brothers and sisters, we can never let these [expletive] piece of [expletive] pigs break us. So, we are stepping up our efforts.” […]
A New Jersey Superior Court issued an injunction against a local chapter of the International Brotherhood of Electrical workers, which is one of the two unions currently on strike against Verizon Communications, and represents about 10,000 of the 45,000 striking employees.
The injunction prohibits a range of activities, some of which have reportedly been employed by various union picketers in efforts to obstruct or harass the company or its workers since the strike began more than a week ago.
Among the practices specifically forbidden under the court’s ruling: the throwing of feces. […]
The watchdogs at Labor Union Report have been keeping track — and report at BigGovernment.com on a violence-infused and sabotage-promoting internal e-mail allegedly from a CWA officer:
“The company is using out of state cars/vehicles that are unmarked except for verizon door magnets. There is a possibility that other Unions may be accessing our facilities whether building or manhole. If they are you may first beat them repeatedly with a tire iron then advise them that we are on strike.”
Stay classy guy’s, I’m about to be persuaded to your superior tactics…
Oh great. I just got back from taking my kids the shore and hanging out with these old, bald, married guys who say they went to High School with me. Now I’m having flashbacks and earworms.
Hoods A Go Go
I’m not missing my ’80s hair. Nor my ’80s clothes or my ’80s waistline.
Even my ’80s car was built in 1971.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4XgfwV49Xk&feature=related
in the eighties i moved from boston to
san diego
all the radio played was classic rock
or black-[rap or lame soul]
so after being there for 3 ,4 years i come back to my hood and all my in the know music peoples were talking about the ‘smiths’
never heard of them
so they played me a couple of tunes
and right away i was ” this guy is a fag”
not that theres anything wrong with that
but they were all check out the music!
so i did overcome my predujuse and i listenened and
said- “these guys are cool!- let’s go see ’em”
and my friends just laughed- ” they broke up, asshole”
i cry nightly as i hug my morrissey doll
life is so unfair!
The only rap in the eighties I remember was Blondies Rapture.
my name is mike
forgive me
i bought a pair of red pants in the 80’s
please forgive me
i was wrong
i only wore them once
You ever check out The Neighborhoods back then, pd? My band opened for them once around 88 or 89. Good dudes, rocking little combo.
i know the neighborhoods!
my taste was the dogmatics! my best friend was the drummer
i have saved a matchbook that says the rat on it
ha- i think it will be worth money someday?
yup- blackjacks-outlets-dogmatics
i was there
dogmatics were the best
too bad the twin died in a motorcycle accident
rhode island- rash of stabbings!
sorry for being gabby
dogmatics show
at o’briens in allston
it was a tiny bar with a pool table in the back room
so they clear the pool table and the band takes the stage
so they sing a couple of songs and my friend jumps on the light that was over the pool table
and he starts doing “the swim’
and i’m lookin at the light- which was hooked up to acoustical ceiling
and i’m thinking- this -the ceiling wont hold
so he’s swimming and the ceiling is bending
and and the dogmatics go into ” i go shithouse when i hear ur name”
and lil r’nr’ ollers are rockin and i’m just watching the ceiling
and everything comes down- boom!
and that is called a memory
So, I’m pulling out of my local supermarket and stopped for a red light at the intersection where striking Verizon workers have decided to lounge around for the last week or two and I notice a guy in a red (natch) T-Shirt with a logo on the back that has the words “Scab Hunter” overlaying a set of crosshairs.
Then it occurs to me that I’m probably more than qualified to do this asshole’s job.
The only rap in the eighties I remember was Blondie’s Rapture.
Rapture is much better if you add the Doors.
Also, Sugarhill Gang, Rappper’s Delight
…a guy in a red (natch) T-Shirt with a logo on the back that has the words “Scab Hunter” overlaying a set of crosshairs.
You turned him in to the Civility Now! re-education center at once, I assume.
Dicentra, I wonder how Another One Bits the Dust would fit over Rappers Delight.
Surely, the fine IBEW fellows patrolling the corner were securing him for the arrival of the Thought Police, Squid.
Dicentra, I wonder how Another One Bits the Dust would fit over Rappers Delight.
Given the state of the economy, WE WILL NEVER KNOW.
I don’t miss my ’80s hair — none there then and can’t grow it now so I guess I still got it — nor the natty OD green duds that came with the ‘do — even the underwear — although there’s something to be said for wash & wear hair and not needing to worry about what to wear to work. I do miss my ’80s waistline, but not enough to start running 6 miles a day to get it back. Don’t miss the POS VW Rabbit either, but I do kinda miss the ’64 Ford pick’em up. Sure, I had to raise the hood and give the starter motor a whack with a 2# ball peen to get it to start, but it was a classic.
More on Verizon union thuggery from Malkin.
Stay classy guy’s, I’m about to be persuaded to your superior tactics…
So the buildings and manholes belong to the unions now.