Wouldn't It Be Loverly, If We Were All "Artists" and "Geniuses"?

Are You Happy With Today’s Music? Do You Like the Way Commercial Radio Uses Your Public Airwaves?

Read On, and Get a Taste of How Giant Corporations Abused Your Public Airwaves, and Helped Create the Death of American Music.

Achtung, Baby! Some definitions…
Holocaust – When Nazi Germany killed the Jews.
American Music Genocide – When Corporate Radio killed the Tunes.

Static… Fuzz… “Transmitting!” [echoey, far away Voice coming from deep inside your computer]
“…hiding out deep within the cyber-tunnels of the inter-Web, the Public Airwaves Liberation Front needs you to help strike down the Concentrated Corporate Power that has caused the Death of American Music! We are desperate to restore the Nation’s Music to better health, and we are willing to try using Bold Freedom, the new anti-corporate insurgent detergent, with crystal blue advanced corporate cleaning power! But we need your help! Fizz… Splink… Sklizzit… After reading this piece, with only a few minutes of time, and No Money, you will be able to Change the World, using just the Power of your Superhero Citizen Fingertips! Read on, and you shall see, how the power can be returned to the People, where it rightly should be…

Snerb… Spoink… Flizz… And to help us lead America back to a sunlit, melody meadow, to a shining Music City on a harmonious hill, I hand the microphone to my trusted co-leader, the beautiful, and earthy Amazon Queen, Omama Bin Rockin!”

[Cheers, applause]
“Hey Kids! Welcome to Bad Poetry Corner!”


BAD POETRY CORNER: MUSIC "LYRICS" AND RAP "NURSERY RHYMES". THE MYTH OF THE “ARTIST” AS “POET”.

I Wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener,
I Wish I was a Real Artist, too!
But if I can’t be a really Real Artist,
I’ll just say, “I Am”, the better to fool you!
HaHaHa! The Music Joke is on you!

How do you like the Emperor’s New Music Clothes?
Aren’t they Beautiful?
Even though he’s really stark Naked,
Standing in front of you?

Order up some more New Music Clothes!
Download them to your Why-Bother-Pod!
Buy buffoon pantaloon Tunes,
and my Stupid new music Shoes!

-by Stupid Man, the “Naked Emperor” cd, on Who Gives a Shit Records, produced by the Big Asshole

Quick, get the Nail Gun! I want to put a Nail in my Head! Oh, sorry, I meant a “body piercing” in my head! I hear it does wonders for your self-esteem, particularly if you have Low Self Esteem! I hear it makes the “New Music” even better!

I hear that if you do dance moves, and scream, and jump, and get drunk, that’ll make the new music better too! Maybe if the TV and radio tells me it’s good, bangs it into my head enough times, with an Aural-Visual Nail Gun, I’ll buy it too, and think it’s cool!

Maybe, since the music sucks, then in comparison, I’ll look really cool? Or will I just look like a Fool? Like a Tool, of the Music Industry School? Hey, this rhymes! Can I be a rapper too?

I’m glad I got that off my chest. I feel slightly better.


THE “MUSIC” AND ENTERTAINMENT BUSINESS

Two of the most overused words in the entertainment business, and improperly used at that, are “artist” and “genius”. Of course, since the entertainment business is based on illusion and hype, two polite words for saying fakery and bullshit, it stands to reason that the fakers and bullshitters would use words like “artist” and “genius” a lot.

Let’s start with “artist”. I have a real problem with that. Let’s see if I can sum this up for those impatient types who want the point immediately! The guy who paints my house is a painter, a house painter, not an artist. (Although his care and quality may imbue his work, his craft, with a level of artistry.) But Rembrandt, (not the toothpaste whitener, but the picture painter), was so good, his painting elevated him to the status of Real Artist. No quotation marks needed. He was the Real Thing.

Just because you can pick up a guitar, fluff up your hair, rub your floppy little lips on a mike, and make a CD, doesn’t make you an artist! A musician maybe, a singer maybe, a songwriter maybe, and maybe not a very good one at that.

What is the Standard that allows you to claim status as an Artist? Is it because you’ve decided to play, and you’ve sold something? Is it because you don’t want to work at Starbucks, or get a job in insurance? Is it because, “I can’t do anything else”? (If that isn’t pretentious enough to make you fart, nothing will! Actors use that one all the time.) Or is it because, your “art” has made money?

Or, how about this, (this one is rich), “When you’ve influenced the culture?” Or, this one, (the rock’n roll hall of fame loves this one) “When you’ve been part of the history, the evolution, of rock’n roll?”

Try this. Fake TV wrestlers have influenced the low IQ segment of our culture, and have been part of TV history! Shall we call a fake TV wrestler “an Artist”? Shall we send a fake TV wrestler to real Olympic wrestling next time?

Just when does bologna get to call itself steak? And when does Kool-Aid get to call itself fine wine? Is it when the record company wants to sell it to you, so the execs can get a bigger house, a bigger car, and a bigger, greedier, blonde?


I DUB THEE, “SIR ARTIST, KNIGHT OF THE MUSIC REALM”

For me, the title of Artist confers upon the person an awarding of excellence, and a title that shouldn’t be easily handed out, just because you’ve sold a lot of something. (As in, “Congratulations! You’ve just made a lot of very well made Crap! You are very Lucky there are enough people with low brain power in the World to buy your Crap! You are now, officially, an ‘Artist of Well Made Crap’!”)

“Here’s your gold framed Sales Record! You’re now Salesman of the Month! You sold more widgets and cheese puffs than anybody! Here’s a new Plaid Suit for you to wear, and a Big Stinky Cigar, and some Clown Shoes! Now go out and make some more Crap, the World is just waiting for more Crap from You!"

While Stupid People are happy to get Low-Grade Quantity, the word “Artistry” suggests a very high level of Quality. Einstein was an Artist, in figuring out the Universe. Watson and Crick were artists in figuring out the DNA Ladder of Life. The Wright Brothers were artists in figuring out how to FLY!

And you’re sitting there writing a little ditty, about breaking up with your girlfriend in high school, when you were 16. “Singing”, or screaming, in an unpleasant, out of key voice. Sporting a leather jacket with driving gloves, and wearing monster eye makeup with monster boots. With a bucket of hair gel on your hair, and a “sneer” on your oh so cool Stupid Face. Come on, dude, get real! You’re a Total Member of the Fake Image Bullshit Music Club! You might as well call up the Fake “TV Wrestling” Squad, and ask them, where can I join?

“Artist” becomes a denigrated, debased, watered down term, bandied about far too easily, and greatly reduced in value, and given to people who really don’t deserve it. It means giving the person the “royal title”, along with all the glory that goes along with that title, when they really haven’t earned it, and probably never will. Is Justin Timberfake an artist? How about Brittany “Broccoli” Spears? Shall we call fake TV wrestlers “artists”, and fake TV wrestling “Art”?


A NEW DIRECTION

Not only does the music and entertainment industry need an Enema, (as Jack Nicholson so aptly said in the first Batman film, ‘This town needs an enema!’), but we need a new category. How about, “Next up on the Playlist, a fine artist of low grade Crap, for low I.Q. People! Don’t touch that dial, we got more low grade crap comin’ at cha all day long! The Station with the Best Low Grade Music Crap! Low I.Q. people, Stay Tuned!”


In the meantime, instead of using “artist”, (I know, it’s so much easier for the radio dj’s to say artists, and it’s so nice to think we’re all supporting Art), how about using the word, “Musician”? I looked it up in my dictionary. It says, “A person skilled in composing, or performing music, especially a professional.” That just about covers it, doesn’t it? They’ve got some skill, and they’re performing.

The level of skill they have is left a bit unclear. They might suck, but they do have some skill, and they are performing! It’s a movable term, kinda like when movie reviewers, faced with the mountain of Crap that Hollywood has made in the last 15 or 20 years, will say, “It’s the Best Movie so far this year!”.

Try “the 885 most voted for musicians in the WXPN 88.5 countdown”, instead of artist. Not too hard, huh? That way, it leaves it open, and more democratic, about their true ability. They might be a consistently great musician, or an inconsistent good musician, or mediocre, or bad. That way, the rest of us can make our own judgments about their abilities as an “Artist”. Okay? Pretty please, with Sugar on Top? (Not now, Sugar, I was just making a point! Later… besides, my Viagra doesn’t kick in until… Sproing! Damn, I gotta start timing these things better. Oh, hell, I ripped my pants again! Sugar, will you come over here and take good, good care of this throbbing purple-red Monster? “Well, I’ll be delighted too, little old Bernardee! Anything for my little sugar oogums!”)

But calling them an artist right off the bat gives them the crown, the reward, the glory of the title, just because they’ve strapped on the guitar, and approached the mike! Terry Gross on WHYY FM does it best in her archive fund ad when she says she’s interviewed “hundreds of writers, artists, and musicians over the years”. Let’s try and do as well as Terry! There, that didn’t hurt, did it? (Splooosh! Thank you, Sugar, that felt just wonderful! “You’re welcome, Bernardee, any old time!)


ARTIFICIAL SUBSTITUTE, JUNK FOOD, “MUSIC” PRODUCT

Based on the increasingly poor quality of “product” that the entertainment/music business has pumped out over our “cultural landscape” over the past 25 years, the vastly increased emphasis on serving only the largest, and dumbest, market segment, and its increasingly negative impact on the hearts and minds of our people, I’d say the title of artist, and genius, is vastly overused.

Although the term “evil genius” comes to mind. Adolph Hitler was good at that, not too long ago, as he wiped out the Jews, and their culture. What do they call that, “Cultural Genocide”? Is that when one group wipes out a culture? That couldn’t happen here, could it? How about Musical Cultural Genocide? That’s not happening here, is it? No? Phew! For a minute there, I was worried, but if you tell me not to worry, I won’t!

You can call it entertainment, or you can call it “individually wrapped slices of cheese food music product substitute”, but don't call it Art. And please don’t call them artists, or geniuses. Even if you do want to work with them again, find another way to kiss their Ass… just plant it right up there. Mmm! Yummy!

Not to worry, the Fashion Industry, another bastion of high intelligence, and High Art, says brown lipstick is “in” this fall! It must be true, because I read it in one of those New York “city-slicker mind-style” magazines, another mind warping, life sucking tool of the “Communications/Propaganda” Industry. (Hey, anything to make a living in NewYork City, the center of Culture!)

As a guy I once knew used to (redundantly) say 36 years ago, “What’s the ‘nub point’?” of all this? Here’s one point. Having the ability to entertain low brainpower people with low quality crap doesn’t make you an artist. Chisel that one on your tombstone. (But it might make you a trickster, a sham, or a “con artist”. And I would not consider Mr. Rogers, or Captain Kangaroo, artists either, as nice and beneficial as they may be.)

But you could be an amuser, an entertainer, a buffoon, an opportunist, a shrewd ambitious business man, a court jester, a monkey with a tin cup, but an artist? No, sorry, no way.

Members of the band “Kiss” qualify for all of the above, except, of course, the Artist title. Even though you may have enjoyed them when you were ten years old, or older, God forbid! The guy with the tongue? He’s basically just a clever businessman, who went into “music”, instead of dentistry, or blue jean sales. He may have made a nice living, and puffed up his ego, but what really did he contribute to the Planet? I know, I know, a lot of happy moments for little kids. The Kiddie Rock Star.

Avoid buying into the New York City-LA bullshit. Because that’s what it is, bullshit. But they want to hand it to you as if it’s the word of god, so they can eat at a better restaurant, and live in a big house. And because the camera makes them appear as if they are gods. The TV Camera Gods! Oooh! Bow down before their every word! Believe Everything they say! Because They Are On Camera, and you’re not!

Buy this, wear this, watch this, listen to this, act this way, look like this, and on, and on, and on. It’s like you’re a little idiot in the jungle, or the desert, and the High Priest makes a bowl of red powder flash into Flame, with a Big Puff of Smoke, and you all draw back and go, “Whoo, Magic Power! Yes, Massah, I’ll buy anything, do anything, wear anything, do whatever you say, just as long as you tell me I’ll feel better, and be More Important, and have bigger tits, and a bigger Penis!” And some big, bloated, greedy clever idiot, in NYC or LA, cashes a big check, as he screws up your mind, and messes with your head!

Instead, develop a mind of your own, if you have one, instead of letting them develop it for you. Do you want some dork in New Yawk City, or LA, who has to sit on an analyst’s couch, and who needs to buy a 20,000 dollar watch with sprinkles on it in order to just feel good about himself as a person, telling you how to live your Life?

Do you know how to tell the difference between the independent talk show hosts, (the ones with a bit of a mind of their own), from the ones who are wedded to the music machine, the ones that are sucking up to the industry, because they want to further their careers, and get to a higher level of talk show? The independent ones don’t say “artist” anymore when a music guest comes on their show. It’s only naïve unaware people, or the suck ups that buy into the record industry crap, that still use the term, “artist”. Check out the late night shows, you’ll see.


KORPORATE NAZISM, AND THE KOMMUNICATIONS KONCENTRATION KAMP (KKK)

Unfortunately, the radio DJs are under the thumb of their corporate masters. They soldier on, trying to remain chipper, but if they’ve wanted to stay in the business in the last 25 years, I’m sure they’ve had to bite their tongue many times as the Corporation lorded it over them. And of course, the Corporate Problem took a while to become clear, and grow into the Monster it has become today.

So every time you turn around, the DJs have to say “artist”, it’s part of the whole Bullshit Corporate Presentation. It’s part of the marketing crap that their giant parent company wants, the Mega Corporate Entertainment Racket. (Radio Exec, in hoody: “The better to sell to you with, my dear! It’s just me, Little Red Riding HOOD!” Snarl, Fangs, CHOMP! )

The DJs have no choice but to say what their bosses tell them to say, or they’ll lose their jobs. And the striving, ambitious media execs, who don’t give a Crap about the Public’s Needs, just want a bigger house, a bigger car, and a pat on the head from the Corporate Boss, so they can keep their job, and their blonde, gold-digging cow of a wife. Course, the exec and his wife deserve each other, just two “people” trying to get the Best Business Deal from each other, just like everything else in their “Life”.

For the DJ’s, it comes down to, what’s harder to say, “mortgage”, or “artist”? Not much choice there. Starbucks, and the Insurance Company Job, on the one hand, or the Studio Booth, with its diminishing satisfaction, and moral compromise? Hmm. Tough choice.

American Corporate Nazism, at its Best! American Korporate Nazism. Let that roll around on your Tongue for a bit. We’re seeing a whole lot more of that lately in America. How’s it Taste? Not too good, does it? A leetle bit Salty. Kinda gags you, and makes it hard to breath. It’s called the Corporate Cock. A lot of local, and big time network reporters, and major network news anchors, have that one jammed down their throats these days. Cough, cough, gag!

How does the Corporate Owner say it? “Just shut up, do what I say, and this won’t hurt a bit? And remember to swallow hard, when I come. Here, I’ll just hold the back of your head, so you can’t back out of the deal! There, that wasn’t so bad was it? And now, you get to make another mortgage payment, and eat for another week! What a deal! Oh, by the way, you’ll need a Kleenex! And buy your own!”

So if you want the big bucks, you gotta turn your head the other way: or up, or down, or whatever way your boss best likes it, right? Just sit back, relax, and enjoy it… being raped by the corporation! On a daily, and Permanent Basis. Don’t forget that mortgage, and the wife, and the kids. The Korporate Motto? “You gotta Serve Somebody, and it’s gonna be me! It ain’t gonna be the People, and it ain’t gonna be the Lord, it’s just gonna be… fucking… Me!”


THE NEW NAZI PROPAGANDA MACHINE

Der Kommunications Industry, isn’t it Wunderbar, oops, I mean, Wonderful!? Kinda like a Propaganda Machine. Hmm, where have I heard that before? Was it Germany, when Hitler killed the Jews? Or is it today, when the Corporate Monopolies killed the News, and Killed the Tunes? As they greedily search for the most efficent, Final financial Solution to the pesky Tune-ish Question, and how to kill the Jews, oops, I mean the News budget!

The Corporate Motto has become, “I vass only following Orders, from der Korporate Kamp Kommandant! Jawohl, my Korporate Leader! I vass just Paying the Mortgage, as I Dumped der Toxic Vaste on der People, und killed der Tunes! Ve must Maintain the Purity of the Profit, the purity of the on-air “Air-On” Race, hee-hee-hee, dot iss zo funni, I krack myself up!! I vill explain! Ja, und Auf Wiedersehen to you, too!

(The Aryan Race--In Nazi ideology, a white Gentile, especially of Nordic type. Think blonde, blue eyes, and Sweden. Everybody else gets fried. In today’s Radio Race, the Maximum Profitability of the Narrowest Playlist. As in, “Vee must maintain the Purity of der most Profitable Playlist, und vee vill make no exceptions for Quality Tunes! In fact, our job iss to Exterminate, as many Jews, oops, I mean Tunes, as vee kan! Sing Heil Hitless!”)

So, my friends… Pity the Poor Disc Jock, locked in his little Studio Box, playing with a shitty little Playlist, and stroking what’s left, of his Shriveled little Corporate Rock!

And if you call in now, we’ll pay you a shit-load of money, or give you a trip for two, so we can measure our Market. And you can “honestly” tell us, how Much you Love our Radio Station, and our short little list, of Crappy Tunes.

Hey! That rhymes! I really could be a rapper “poet” .


“THE KAPITALIST WILL SELL THE ROPE, HE USES TO HANG HIMSELF”. ( MARX OR LENIN… NOT GROUCHO OR JOHN)

If I hear one more talk show host, one more DJ, announce another “artist”, and out comes a guy that can’t sing his way out of a Wet Paper Bag, with a Mediocre Melody that takes a fast trip to Nowhere, with guitars that sound like the Key Grinding Machine at Home Depot, and wearing tattoos that look like a Skin Disease and Wacky hair gel, (with little sex kitten/teen girls at the edge of the stage, being paid to mouth the words, as if they really know this “artist’), and all of it backed by a Sleazy record exec with a cigar and the morals of a Nazi, and a sleazy “Music” company money machine that might as well be making taco chips, or pretzels, or highly toxic waste, I’m going to Throw Up!

Maybe we could video that, and you can call me an artist. Maybe I could take a picture of my ass, and you can call me an artist. Art is in the eye of the beholder, right? No Censorship here!

I’ll sell you a Framed Picture of My Ass, I’ll even sell you a Bag of Vomit! Let’s see, what’s my unit cost on the bag, and the picture frame? Yeah, this’ll work! Maximum Unit Volume, multiplied by the Profit Margin Per Unit, equals… Yep, Malibu Beach House, here I come! What do I care, if it Warps the American Kid’s Mind? I’ll be able to play golf, in Tucson, fo’ de rest of my life!

Give me enough Dollars, and I’ll Suck you off, and make you Holler! Cause I’m the Music Prostitution Man! And since it’s a Two Way Street, I hope you won’t mind, that I’m coming in your Mouth, while I Beat my Meat! Hold steady, now! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh!

The Musical, Cultural, Transfer… is now Complete! I hope it was just as Good for you, as it was so Easy and Sweet for me!

Now let me just give my little Snake, a little Shake, so you get that last drop. You feel better now? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it! After a while, you won’t even be able to tell the difference between good music and bad! In fact, it’s already happening, or happened, right now!

Trust me! I’m the Music Prostitution/Network Monopoly/Communications Man! And I’m right here, on your friendly neighborhood, radio/TV dial, ready to be your Best Friend! Tell your kids to Tune In, I’ll be more than Happy, to Influence them, and Screw Them, anyway I can!

It’s Big Business, don’t you see, and we have a Right, to earn every Penny! Cuz I’m the Music Prostitution/Network Monopoly/Communications Man!

Signal High! My Music Leader! You are my Music Hitler!
Seig Heil! Und Heil Hitler!
We get our strategy and techniques, from Hitler’s Views!
Now let’s get down to business, and Kill some more News,
and shitcan those Quality Tunes!
We are the New Nazi Kommunications Industry,
and WE have the right,
to give you the blues.
Now shut up!
And get out of my sight!
We’re in Kontrol here!
NOT YOU!


‑‑Faint Bernard, August, 2006. On a sunny beach somewhere. Swill City, Sewage Island, USA. Or is it Utopia Island?

Ahgpo: “I think you’re in Dreamland! You’re standards are way too high! You have to lower your standards! That’s the only way you’re going to survive in this world! Get down here in the muck with the rest of us. Smear it on good! Oops, you missed a spot! Oooh, now doesn’t that feel better, right under there? Yeah! Screw the World! I wanna get my success, NOW!”

Devil: “Now you’re talkin’!”
Little Girl: “Mommy, who’s the debil?”

Edward G. Robinson, (at Mt.Sinai): “Hey, Moses, get out of here, you’re bugging me! Can’t you see I’m working on the next Golden Calf? Take your Stone Tablets somewhere else! Hey you, in the booth, Cue up the Next Track! “Now ain’t that sweet, come on girl, take off your clothes, and show me your Meat!” Yas Suh, dat be a Guaranteed Gold Hit Single!! Let’s beam dat one straight into de black and white community right away!”

EMT: “Quick! Call Emergency Rabbinical Services! We have a Critical Case here!” “Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear me?” Busy signal. “Quick, give him the defibrillator!” Ka-Chunk! Ka-Chunk! “Anything?” “No, Nothing” “Damn! I think the Patient’s dead!” “Are there any Vital Musical Signs at all?” “No, none at all” “Jesus!” “Oi-Vey!” “I think we killed him.”

Ahgpo: “Bad Doggie! You pooped on the carpet! When are you going to learn? Let’s ask the Rabbi, and the Preacher Man!”

Crotchety Old Man: “I’m telling you, there ain’t no such thing as the Golden Rule! It’s all Humbug! Fuck the Golden Rule! It’s he who has the Gold, Rules! Now go to sleep! You’re botherin’ me! Goodnite John Boy!” “Goodnite Pa!” “…Is the alarm system on?”

“Tweet-tweet! Tweep-tworp!”
Canary in the mine shaft! Canary in the mine shaft! Thweep! Bonk!
Selmer Fudge: “Poor wittle Wabbit! He’s dead! I wonder what killed him?”

At the International Entertainment Gold Mine Shaft Corporation, President Irving U. Goldmine: “The most influential industry in the Nation, and first we lobotomized him, then we killed him! What a Shame!” (Puff! Puff! Big Cigar.) “What’s for lunch?”

Weasely Assistant: “Golden Goose Pate”.

Moment of Silence

Ahgpo: “Do you think a Policy Solution could Fix This?”
Pahg: “Ahs don’t rightly knows, Freeze Bone, but it sho’ might Help! Let’s sleep on it, and maybe, just maybe, it might come to us in de mornin’.”

Ahgpo: “All right , Pahg.”

Pahg: “Yooz sleep goods now, Ahgpo. And let me jus shuts off dis here light so weez be in dee Dark!”

“Okee-dokee!”
“Okee-dokee to you, too!”

“Goo’nite, Pahg.”
“Goo’nite, Ahgpo.”

“It sho is dark in here”.
“It sho is, I can’t see a thing!”

‑‑fadeout, bernard


Copyright © 2007. by Bernard Drums!
All rights reserved, including the right to look you straight in the eye and say, “You can’t handle the Troof!”

Legal Disclaimer: Any resemblance to reality, is completely fictional.

Now is your simple and easy Chance to be a Superhero Citizen, just as I promised you!

Using the Magic Power in your Superhero Fingertips, go to http://www.senate.gov/, and type in your state and zip code. This gives you your two United States Senators. (Yes, Street Fightin Man, you get two Senators to screw you!) Click on his or her contact tab, and in their email message box type in the following message. [ I’ll give you a short 3 sentence version, or, a 5 sentence longer version! Your choice!] Do the same for your Congressman or woman, at http://www.house.gov/.

Then sit back, and pat yourself on the head, and say “I am a Good Doggie! I am a Citizen Superhero! And I can Change theWorld!”

Here is the 5 sentence version.

Too few companies own too many radio and tv stations, and newspapers in America. The result is poor quality music, poor tv entertainment, and under funded, low quality news reporting. Media ownership concentration kills excellence, diversity, and democracy.

Our democracy is in danger, because our citizens are kept in the dark by poor quality news reporting, and democracy depends on well informed, voting citizens.

Lower the media ownership concentration levels, set better public service benchmarks for radio and tv license renewal, and force the companies that rent our Public Airwaves to serve the entire nation better!


Here is the short 3 sentence version:

Too few companies own too many radio and tv stations, and newspapers in America. This media ownership concentration kills excellence, diversity, and democracy. Lower the ownership levels, and force the companies that rent our Public Airwaves to serve the entire nation better.


Phew! Are my Superhero Fingertips tired!

If your senator says contact the FCC (Federal Communications Commission), you write back and say the FCC website is poorly designed, and keeps citizens in the dark about their decision making process and their exact upcoming schedule, (another stonewall between the citizen and his/her government… keep ‘em in the dark, make it harder to speak up!). You tell your senator to put pressure on the FCC, and work for you! That’s his job, to represent you! He is your Representative, and your Public Servant!

Now, pull back that Superhero cape, adjust your red Superhero tights, and Fly my friend, FLY! Express your unique citizen You-ness, and together we will feel the Power of our Super We-ness!

Remember, as Abraham Lincoln said, “it is the government of the We-ness, for the We-ness, and by the We-ness!”

Now, go to your email window, fling it open, and YELL at the TOP of your LUNGS: “I’m SICK and TIRED, and I’m NOT going to take it ANYMORE! I’m SOMEBODY! I’m a POWERFUL, and THROBBING, CITIZEN WE-NESS!


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