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The 9-11 Conspiracy in an undisputable nutshell

The sad part is, people simply do NOT want to believe that the whole thing stinks like a cabbie pull [ ... ]

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Will Robots Take Over the World?

This is the decades-old question which is being asked increasingly as robotics becomes ever mor [ ... ]

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Trip to DreamlandTrip to Dreamland

Area 51, that is. You know - that secret air base in the Nevada desert that the government claims  [ ... ]

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Camping out at UFO Hot Spots in Sydney

A camping trip through Sydney is an exciting prospect in itself. With so many amazing places to st [ ... ]

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A Poem about Uncle Sam

This poem was written by our friend Douglas Housh, convicted of marijuana dealing, and then set-up by the police for a second conviction. He is currently serving a long term... for a victimless crime.

muzzled manNow Sam is a big over pumped up muscled geek

Who preys on the innocent the poor and the weak

And he must be assuming that we've all lost our minds

But to keep getting bigger all he needs is two kinds

Well he needs one of you to believe all his lines

And he needs one of me to keep paying his fines

Now Sam is sucking up everything that's in sight

He's got a hell of a monstrous appetite

Yes he takes it all and we get the remains

And he's not going to rest until we're all in his chains

He will take away everything that we all hold so dear

And he can because he's got us all living in fear

He's a big over pumped up pain in the ass

And he wants every single last bit of your cash

And he wants all the freedoms that we once took for granted

And he's not going to rest until he has your corpse planted

Can't you all see what has happened, he's turned into a beast

And we're all being chopped up and served at his feast

But maybe if some of you open your eyes

And just a few more quit believing his lies

Maybe we can stop him before its too late

And keep our small children off his dinner plate

Now don't sit there on your ass in front of the TV

And think, Oh well it won't happen to me

Because he's big and he's ugly and he's coming for you

And we all better quick think of something to do

Yeah he's gotten just too damned big for his breeches

And his using our bones to scratch all of his itches

But maybe there's a chance to still cut his ass low

Before he delivers the last crushing blow.



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