Hot Buttered Death
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Saturday, April 12, 2003  

Mick Farren is angry.

So far it has been the movie stars manning barricades; Martin Sheen, Susan Sarandon, Sean Penn, and Janine Garafolo have putting their futures on the line, being told by TV pundits to shut their ignorant mouths, as though an actor is not entitled to an opinion, and everyone has forgotten the resume of that old right wing cowboy Ronald Reagan. It takes Michael Moore to "disgrace" the Oscars while
Bono stands mute. Elvis Costello (God bless him) snarls his way through 'Peace, Love, and Understanding' while guest-hosting the Letterman show. A Dixie Chick blurts her Texas shame for having Bush as a homeboy, but is then forced to recant like some 12th century nun faced with the instruments and the fire. I hear Eddie Vedder has been sticking it to Bush on Pearl Jam's Bush League tour, and this has resulted in everything from rousing cheers to mass walkouts depending on which managed news channel you're watching, or what web page you're reading. Thurston Moore has his website, and Steve Earle stands tall, but why is Bruce so damned quiet when the shot-and-beer boys from New Jersey, in the Motorhead t-shirts, are baying for the blood of towel-heads and peace-fags — "America, love it or leave it, motherfucker!" — and gung-ho for a crack at Syria or Iran.

posted by James Russell | 5:08 PM

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