Of course it is.
ALL BITCHES THIS IS MY HOME TOWN TAKE A FUCKING SEAT WHILE I TELL YOU THIS STORY. GET A BOWL OF POPCORN BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS DOPE
IN THE 1940’S PORTLAND WAS PUTTING IN LAMPPOSTS AND FOR WHATEVER GOD DAMN REASON THIS ONE NEVER GOT FILLED.
IN 1946, DICK FAGAN, AN AMERICAN IRISHMAN WHO WROTE FOR THE OREGON JOURNAL, GOT BLOODY FUCKING BORED AT HIS JOB AND WOULD LOOK OUT HIS WINDOW ONTO THIS SAD EXCUSE FOR ROAD CONSTRUCTION HOLE. ONE DAY HE SAID “FUCK THIS” AND PLANTED SOME FLOWERS.
HE WROTE ABOUT THIS NEW FUCKING PARK AND SPOKE ABOUT HOW LEPRECHAUNS LIVED THERE AND SHIT. MOTHERFUCKING LEPRECHAUNS IN THE MIDDLE OF DOWNTOWN, WHAT THE SHIT.
HOLD ONTO TO THE EDGE OF YOUR SEATS BECAUSE THIS RIDE GETS EVEN BETTER. THIS PARK HOLDS A GUINNESS WORLD RECORD FOR BEING THE SMALLEST PARK WITH WITH INFORMATION SAYING “It was designated as a city park on 17 March 1948 at the behest of the city journalist Dick Fagan (USA) for snail races and as a colony for leprechauns”. MOTHER. FUCKING. SNAIL RACES. BITCHES.
IT’S EVEN BEEN PIMPED OUT OVER THE YEARS
HO HO HO MOTHERFUCKS WE CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS HERE
WE CARE ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT.
THE BEST PART IS THAT IT EVEN HAD OCCUPY PORTLAND PROTESTERS
SO I HOPE YOU FUCKING LEARNED SOMETHING TODAY ABOUT TINY ASS PARKS.
The space agency has announced plans to grow turnips, basil and cress on the moon by 2015.
MOON TURNIPS YES. Terraforming Phase 1.
You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can’t people do that in book stores? Like if I’m looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor
I’m going to reblog this until it’s a cultural norm.
Lets do it
plus less chance of drugs being slipped into your book
The elderly bigot Bob Dylan has been called out onto the floor. After a decades long campaign of spreading his racial animosity through poetic folk ballads and rollicking blues tunes, Dylan may finally face the music.
That’s because of a lawsuit raised by the Council of Croats in France that has been accepted by a judge in Paris. The case brought by the CRICCF is one in a long line of suits that serve to bolster the efficacy of international law that have previously taken down tyrants like Chilean general Augusto Pinochet and targeted sitting dictators like Sudan’s Omar al-Bashir.
The suit, which accuses Dylan of “incitement to hatred” according to the CRICCF’s secretary Vlatko Maric, may come as a surprise to some credulous followers of the American rock-and-roller from Minnesota who came to define the New York Greenwich Village folk revival of the early 1960s. His cunning race-baiting has often been disguised in protest songs that seem to condemn the very prejudice Dylan wantonly spreads. But only once you look beyond the lyrics and context of his work do you realize his true intent.
Consider the song “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll,” a track off of Bob Dylan’s landmark album The Times, They Are A-Changin’. Following the “murder ballad” form of traditional American and Irish folk music, Dylan fetishizes the murder of an elderly black kitchen maid named Hattie Carroll and while describing the tragic circumstances of her slaying, and implores the audience to “Take the rag away from your face/ For now’s not the time for your tears.” Only when the murderer, white Southern landowner William Zanzinger, is sentenced to prison time does Dylan think anyone should be weeping.
And don’t forget “Hurricane,” one of Dylan’s most successful singles about the wrongful arrest, imprisonment, and conviction of Ruben Carter, a black boxer whom the singer alleged was racially profiled. After Dylan’s song raised awareness of Carter’s plight and raised $100,000 in a benefit concert at Madison Square Garden for the boxer’s legal defense, the false murder charges were eventually dropped. That’s all well and good, but the song features the blatant use of racial epithets — something Dylan has never apologized for.
Nor has he apologized yet for deeply offending thousands of Croats when in 2012 he compared their long-standing ethnic tension with Serbs to the deep-seated suspicion between African Americans and their former oppressors in the United States. Most shockingly, Dylan seemed to draw a comparison between war crimes committed in the Croatian War to the war crimes committed by the Third Reich during World War II.
I hesitate to reproduce the following profanity-laced tirade that appeared in Rolling Stone (a publication I can only assume is a white supremacist rag named after the famous Dylan chart-topper, “Like a Rolling Stone”), so read at your own risk.
“This country is just too fucked up about color. It’s a distraction. People at each other’s throats just because they are of a different color. It’s the height of insanity, and it will hold any nation back – or any neighborhood back. Or any anything back. Blacks know that some whites didn’t want to give up slavery – that if they had their way, they would still be under the yoke, and they can’t pretend they don’t know that. If you got a slave master or Klan in your blood, blacks can sense that. That stuff lingers to this day. Just like Jews can sense Nazi blood and the Serbs can sense Croatian blood.”
This bile is reminiscent of the song “Only a Pawn in Their Game,” wherein the singer claims that the assassin of civil rights activist Medgar Evers “cannot be blamed” because he was actually only the product of an expansive and coercive campaign by cynical, racist Southern politicians aimed at keeping poor whites and blacks at war in order to consolidate their electoral power.
Moreover, Dylan’s insistence that racism is somehow an intractable and persistent problem flies in the face of everything we know in 2013. He was only recently awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by the nation’s first African American president, Barack Obama. I’d like to see the look on Bob Dylan’s face when he finds out that President Obama is black. And racism was declared officially over by the Republican Party — the party of Abraham Lincoln — in a tweet about Rosa Parks last week.
The CRICCF claims that all they want from Dylan is an apology. I personally can think of no better way to get someone to say they’re sorry for causing offense than by suing him. But that’s beside the point. If Bob Dylan is allowed to get away with murder — or at least to get away with a weirdly-phrased half sentence — then what next? It’s a slippery slope. The decision by a French court to take up the case only proves once again that the European justice system is more advanced than our own, because they are willing to say that hate speech is more than just annoying, pitiful, and offensive. It is a crime. As soon as Constitutional “originalists” in this country get over their obsession with the First Amendment and start treating off-the-cuff statements as criminal and civil infractions, the sooner we can confront the question of race honestly and openly.
This also is the marker of some progress between Franco-Croatian relations, since France and its neighbors were content to let Serbian nationalist forces massacre Croat civilians from 1991 to 1995 during the Croatian war of Independence. But in time, Slobodan Milosevic fell and was tried for his slaughter of Croats and Bosnians. Then justice caught up with Ratko Mladic, Milosevic’s insane, genocidier right-hand general. I don’t hesitate to list Bob Dylan’s name among Milosevic and Mladic as the main enemies of Croatia. And his time will come. For, as Martin Luther King Jr. was fond of saying, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” Bob Dylan should heed the words of the man whom he opened for at the famous March on Washington in 1963.
It should go without saying, but if a French court is capable of bringing charges against an American citizen for speaking, it will mark a revolution in international jurisdiction. If a state can convict a foreign national for an interview he gave to a journalist like we do criminals and tyrannical despots for war crimes, maybe Russian dissident and chess master Garry Kasparov can finally be banned from Twitter for criticizing Vladimir Putin. Or get Bassem Youssef locked up for talking to the New York Times. And maybe we can finally chase down a man of letters like Salman Rushdie who has deeply offended millions of people with his own hateful language. I long for this day.
But in the mean time, we can content ourselves with the inevitable and innumerable puns based on Dylan lyrics in the news like NPR’s recent “Think twice — it may not be all right” or “Gotta Serve Somebody: Dylan sued” in Mediaite. Not only are these little jokes hilarious, they are also extremely clever and apt.
“Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”