(I don’t know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that’s O-N-S, Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are busted out, and it’s like a free for all here, and uh, the owner should maybe come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to)
April 26th, 1992
There was a riot on streets
Tell me where were you?
You were sittin’ home watchin’ your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can’t afford
With red lights flashin’, time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop we hit, it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make that window drop
Finally we got our own P.A.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you’re hearing today?
(“Call fire and tell them respond local station out to meet us at Anaheim. It’s uh, flaming up good.” “10-4 Alamidos at Anaheim”)
When we returned to the pad to unload everything
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin’ room’s been much more comfortable
'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It’s getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a store with their mother
I saw her when she came out she was gettin’ some Pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the Mexican
And not for the white man
But if you look at the streets, it wasn’t about Rodney King
In this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police
It’s about comin’ up and stayin’ on top
And screamin’ 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin’ cop
It’s not in the paper, it’s on the wall
Smoke from all around
(Units, units be advised of an attempted 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8 Temple, thirty subjects with bats trying to get inside the CP’s house…he thinks out there trying to kill him)
'Cause as long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal
Let it burn
Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn
Wanna wanna let it burn
(I feel insanity)
Riots on the streets of Miami
Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Long Beach
In San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
Fountain Valley, Paramount, Victorville
fuckin’ 29 Palms
(Any unit to assist Frank-74, Willow at Caspian… structure fire and numerous subjects looting)
That’s what a large government does. What do you expect to happen if Democrats keep wanting policies that only expand our government? I hope you realize that it’s taking away more freedom from people than it is aiding them. Also, policies that give people more money while working less does not support anything but communism. In addition, if balancing tax laws keep passing to help the poor while taking more from the richer classes than others then what’s the difference between the equally of distributed wealth of communism?
“I do not fear death, in view of the fact that I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”—Mark Twain (via bleakzombie)
It seems like the Series of Unfortunate Events books dropped in popularity pretty quickly. Anyone else really enjoy them? I thought they were great and I remember my students liking them as well. I think next year I’m going to at least read the first one with my fourth graders. I read them The Mouse and the Motorcycle this year, but they didn’t really like it and neither did I.
Roald Dahl has been pretty popular with my 5th graders. We read Matilda earlier this year and we’re almost finished with The Witches.
It’s been a bit of a challenge to read chapter books when I only see my students once a week. I’m hoping that next year I can find a time to go to the classrooms and read for 15 minutes or so. Twice a week will mean that it won’t take us two months to finish a book.
Help me, y’all. The other day I was listening to NPR and I heard two poems. One of them was How to Write a Political Poem by Taylor Mali. The other was about this man who was digging a grave for his dog, Winchester. I thought it was a Mali poem as well, but I can’t find it anywhere on the internets.
Does anyone know what I’m talking about and how to find it?