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need to clear your engrams?

magnathree — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:48:58 GMT

Buy this e-meter ! ! ! ! ! A perfect Christmas present for that person who "has everything"... or Tom Cruise. http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=270191608725

Nazi "Hammerfest" in Portland, OR Shut Down!

magnathree — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 20:31:13 GMT

Portland, Oregon - For months on Internet neo-Nazi and white supremacist message boards, the "Hammerskin Nation" had been promoting their 20th anniversary concert "Hammerfest" as the most important "pro-white" event of the year. Members, supporters and those said to be "new to the racialist movement" were invited to come hear their message of Aryan superiority, drink beer and network with other white supremacist. The location of the event however, was a carefully guarded secret. Read the Whole Story Here - http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/407159/neonazi_hammerfest_2007_in_portland.html

Shut up in the mine of Coal Creek,

magnathree — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:44:18 GMT

Shut up in the mine of Coal Creek, We know that we must die; But if we trust in Jesus To heaven our souls shall fly. Our lamps are burning dimly, Our food is almost gone; Death's grasp is sure but awful, Soon we'll be carried home. Goodbye, dear wives and children, May you be treated kind, For now our time has come to die, Shut up in the Coal Creek mine. Eleven of us were prisoned, And two dear ones have died; Nine more are left to suffer, And die in the Coal Creek mine. Farewell, dear wives and mothers, You're left behind to mourn, But if you follow Jesus, We'll meet in heavenly home. Dear friends, you should take warning, And listen to what we say; You're now in the world of sunlight, So there you'd better stay.

Coal Tattoo

magnathree — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:36:51 GMT

Coal Tattoo Travelin' down that coal town road. Listenin' to my rubber tires whine. Goodbye to Buckeye and white Sycamore. I'm leavin' you behind. I've been coal miner all of my life. Layin' down track in the hole. Gotta back like an ironwood, bit by the wind. Blood veins blue as the coal. Blood veins blue as the coal. Somebody said, "That's a strange tattoo you have on the side of your head." I said, "That's the blueprint left by the coal. A little more and I'd been dead. Well, I love the rumble and I love the dark. I love the cool of the slate, And it's on down the new road, lookin' for a job. This travelin' nook in my head. I stood for the union and walked in the line and fought against the company. I stood for the U. M. W. of A. Now, who's gonna stand for me? I've got no house and I got no job, just got a worried soul And a blue tattoo on the side of my head left by the number nine coal. Left by the number nine coal. Some day when I'm dead and gone to heaven, the land of my dreams. I won't have to worry on losin' my job, on bad times and big machines. I ain't gonna pay my money away on dues or hospital plans. I'm gonna pick coal where the blue heavens roll and sing with the angel band.

DISASTER AT THE MANNINGTON MINE - Hazel Dickens

magnathree — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:27:20 GMT

DISASTER AT THE MANNINGTON MINE We read in the paper and the radio tells Us to to raise our children to be miners as well. Oh tell them how safe the mines are today And to be like your daddy, bring home a big pay. Now don't you believe them, my boy, That story's a lie. Remember the disaster at the Mannington mine Where seventy-eight miners were buried alive, Because of unsafe conditions your daddy died. They lure us with money, it sure is a sight. When you may never live to see the daylight With your name among the big headlines Like that awful disaster at the Mannington mine. So don't you believe them, my boy, That story's a lie. Remember the disaster at the Mannington mine Where seventy-eight miners were buried alive, Because of unsafe conditions your daddy died. There's a man in a big house way up on the hill Far, far from the shacks where the poor miners live. He's got plenty of money, Lord, everything's fine And he has forgotten the Mannington mine. Yes, he has forgotten the Mannington mine. There is a grave way down in the Mannington mine There is a grave way down in the Mannington mine. Oh, what were their last thoughts, what were their cries As the flames overtook them in the Mannington mine. So don't you believe them, my boy, That story's a lie. Remember the disaster at the Mannington mine Where seventy-eight good men so uselessly died Oh, don't follow your daddy to the Mannington mine. How can God forgive you, you do know what you've done. You've killed my husband, now you want my son.

The Avondale Mine Disaster

magnathree — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:20:29 GMT

The Avondale Mine Disaster Good Christians all, both great and small, I pray you lend an ear, And listen with attention While the truth I will declare; When you hear this lamentation, 'Twill cause you to weep and wail, About the suffocation In the mines of Avondale. On the sixth day of September, Eighteen sixty-nine, Those miners all then got a call To go work in the mine; But little did they think that [day] That death would soon prevail Before they would return again from The mines of Avondale. The women and their children, Their hearts were filled with joy To see their men go to their work Likewise every boy; But a dismal sight in broad daylight, Soon made them turn pale, When thev saw the breaker burning O'er the mines of Avondale. From here and there and everywhere They gathered in a crowd, Some tearing off their clothes and hair, And crying pout aloud; "Get out our husbands and our sons Death he's going to steal Their lives away without delat In the mines of Avondale" But all in vain, there was no hope One single soul to save, For there is no second outlet From the subterranean cave. No pen can write the awful fright And horror that prevailed, Among those dying victims, In the mines of Avondale. A consultation then was held. 'Twas asked who'd volunteer For to go down this dismal shaft To seek their comrades dear; Two Welshmen brave, without dismay, And courage withouc fail, Went down the shaft, without delay, In the mines of Avondale. When at the bottom they arrived, And thought to make their way, One of them died for want of air, While the other, in great dismay, He gave a sign to hoist him up, To tell the dreadful tale, That all were lost forever In the mines of Avondale. Every effort then took place To send down some fresh air; The men that next went down again They took of them good care; And traversed through the chambers, And this time did not fail In finding those dead bodies In the mines of Avondale. Sixty-seven was the number That in a heap were found. It seemed that they were bewailing Their fate underneath the ground; They found the father with his son Clasped in his arms so pale. It was a heart-rending scene In the mines of Avondale. Now to conclude, and make an end, Their number I'll pen down- A hundred and ten of brave strong men Were smothered underground ; They're in their graves till the last day, Their widows may bewail, And the orphans' cries they rend the skies All around through Avondale!

mining history . . . .

magnathree — Mon, 06 Feb 2006 14:12:41 GMT

34 years ago this month - one of the deadliest floods in U.S. history occurred in southern West Virginia's Buffalo Creek hollow. Negligent strip mining and heavy rain produced a raging flood. In a matter of minutes, 118 were dead and over 4,000 people were left homeless. Seven were never found. http://www.wvculture.org/hiStory/buffcreek/bctitle.html

hagaga #20 is up

magnathree — Sat, 21 Jan 2006 15:09:32 GMT

a short one - 30 minutes - less than 7Mb http://hagaga.konxompax.org/hagaga/ 1. Otis Rush - My Love Will Never Die (3:04) 2. Wire - Practice Makes Perfect (4:06) 3. slits - love and romance (2:07) 4. Fats Waller - When Somebody Thinks You’re Wonderful (3:43) 5. Little Anthony and the Imperials - SHIMMY SHIMMY KO KO BOP (2:10) 6. ?? Throne of Blood sndtrk - Masaru Satô (?) (3:53) 7. Marty Robbins - Devil Woman (2:54) 8. Hank Snow - Hobo Bill’s Last Ride (2:33) 9. Pickett-Parham Apollo Syncopators - Mojo Strut (2:49) 10. Jimmy Cliff - Many Rivers To Cross (2:43)

im an uncle -

magnathree — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 21:02:53 GMT

my sister in colorado had a baby girl the other day - so now im an uncle - funny though - i dont feel any different -

"CHANCE NOTES STRUCK THE LUTE - FANCIES AND THOUGHTS"

magnathree — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 14:40:22 GMT

"CHANCE NOTES STRUCK THE LUTE - FANCIES AND THOUGHTS" Laetitia Elizabeth Landon Chance notes struck the lute - fancies and thoughts Shadows that haunt the poet's fairy land. Love's words are writ on rose-leaves, but with tears. These are the dreams that light my solitude: Warrior thoughts - had I been a young knight, And curbed a gallant steed, and worn a sword - Heaven knows I often wish it! - sadness, signs I fancy many a cheek betrays of love; Records of beauty, that has seemed to me A thing for worship; thoughts that sprung from flowers; Feelings on which to meditate is all Woman's philosophy; sorrows that flung Darkness upon my heart: unkindness, wrong, Gentle affection too; all that hath made My minstrel annals, are upon these leaves.

Join the Resistance: Fall in Love

magnathree — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 15:23:01 GMT

from http://CrimethInc.com Join the Resistance: Fall in Love! Falling in love is the ultimate act of revolution, of resistance to today's tedious, socially restrictive, culturally constrictive, humanly meaningless world. Love transforms the world. Where the lover formerly felt boredom, he now feels passion. Where she once was complacent, she now is excited and compelled to self-asserting action. The world which once seemed empty and tiresome becomes filled with meaning, filled with risks and rewards, with majesty and danger. Life for the lover is a gift, an adventure with the highest possible stakes; every moment is memorable, heartbreaking in its fleeting beauty. When he falls in love, a man who once felt disoriented, alienated, and confused will know exactly what he wants. Suddenly his existence will make sense to him; suddenly it becomes valuable, even glorious and noble, to him. Burning passion is an antidote that will cure the worst cases of despair and resigned obedience. Love makes it possible for individuals to connect to others in a meaningful way—it impels them to leave their shells and risk being honest and spontaneous together, to come to know each other in profound ways. Thus love makes it possible for them to care about each other genuinely, rather than at the end of the gun of Christian doctrine. But at the same time, it plucks the lover out of the routines of everyday life and separates her from other human beings. She will feel a million miles away from the herd of humanity, living as she is in a world entirely different from theirs. In this sense love is subversive, because it poses a threat to the established order of our modern lives. The boring rituals of workday productivity and socialized etiquette will no longer mean anything to a man who has fallen in love, for there are more important forces guiding him than mere inertia and deference to tradition. Marketing strategies that depend upon apathy or insecurity to sell the products that keep the economy running as it does will have no effect upon him. Entertainment designed for passive consumption, which depends upon exhaustion or cynicism in the viewer, will not interest him. There is no place for the passionate, romantic lover in today's world, business or private. For he can see that it might be more worthwhile to hitchhike to Alaska (or to sit in the park and watch the clouds sail by) with his sweetheart than to study for his calculus exam or sell real estate, and if he decides that it is, he will have the courage to do it rather than be tormented by unsatisfied longing. He knows that breaking into a cemetery and making love under the stars will make for a much more memorable night than watching television ever could. So love poses a threat to our consumer-driven economy, which depends upon consumption of (largely useless) products and the labor that this consumption necessitates to perpetuate itself. Similarly, love poses a threat to our political system, for it is difficult to convince a man who has a lot to live for in his personal relationships to be willing to fight and die for an abstraction such as the state; for that matter, it may be difficult to convince him to even pay taxes. It poses a threat to cultures of all kinds, for when human beings are given wisdom and valor by true love they will not be held back by traditions or customs which are irrelevant to the feelings that guide them. Love even poses a threat to our society itself. Passionate love is ignored and feared by the bourgeoisie, for it poses a great danger to the stability and pretense they covet. Love permits no lies, no falsehoods, not even any polite half-truths, but lays all emotions bare and reveals secrets which domesticated men and women cannot bear. You cannot lie with your emotional and sexual response; situations or ideas will excite or repel you whether you like it or not, whether it is polite or not, whether it is advisable or not. One cannot be a lover and a (dreadfully) responsible, (dreadfully) respectable member of today's society at the same time; for love will impel you to do things which are not "responsible" or "respectable." True love is irresponsible, irrepressible, rebellious, scornful of cowardice, dangerous to the lover and everyone around her, for it serves one master alone: the passion that makes the human heart beat faster. It disdains anything else, be it self-preservation, obedience, or shame. Love urges men and women to heroism, and to antiheroism—to indefensible acts that need no defense for the one who loves. For the lover speaks a different moral and emotional language than the typical bourgeois man does. The average bourgeois man has no overwhelming, smoldering desires. Sadly, all he knows is the silent despair that comes of spending his life pursuing goals set for him by his family, his educators, his employers, his nation, and his culture, without ever being able to even consider what needs and wants he might have of his own. Without the burning fire of desire to guide him, he has no criteria upon which to choose what is right and wrong for himself. Consequently he is forced to adopt some dogma or doctrine to direct him through his life. There are a wide variety of moralities to choose from in the marketplace of ideas, but which morality a man buys into is immaterial so long as he chooses one because he is at a loss otherwise as to what he should do with himself and his life. How many men and women, having never realized that they had the option to choose their own destinies, wander through life in a dull haze thinking and acting in accordance with the laws that have been taught to them, merely because they no longer have any other idea of what to do? But the lover needs no prefabricated principles to direct her; her desires identify what is right and wrong for her, for her heart guides her through life. She sees beauty and meaning in the world, because her desires paint the world in these colors. She has no need for dogmas, for moral systems, for commandments and imperatives, for she knows what to do without instructions. Thus she does indeed pose quite a threat to our society. What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be! Certainly it would be different than it is now—and it is quite a truism that people from the "mainstream," the simultaneous keepers and victims of the status quo, fear change. And so, despite the stereotyped images used in the media to sell toothpaste and honeymoon suites, genuine passionate love is discouraged in our culture. Being "carried away by your emotions" is frowned upon; instead we are raised to always be on our guard lest our hearts lead us astray. Rather than being encouraged to have the courage to face the consequences of risks taken in pursuit of our hearts' desires, we are counseled not to take risks at all, to be "responsible." And love itself is regulated. Men must not fall in love with other men, nor women with other women, nor individuals from different ethnic backgrounds with each other, or else the usual bigots who form the front-line offensive in the assault of modern Western culture upon the individual will step in. Men and women who have already entered into a legal/religious contract with each other are not to fall in love with anyone else, even if they no longer feel any passion for their marital partner. Love as most of us know it today is a carefully prescribed and preordained ritual, something that happens on Friday nights in expensive movie theaters and restaurants, something that fills the pockets of the shareholders in the entertainment industries without preventing workers from showing up to the office on time and ready to reroute phone calls all day long. This regulated, commercial "love" is nothing like the passionate, burning love that consumes the genuine lover. These restrictions, expectations, and regulations smother true love; for love is a wild flower that can never grow within the confines prepared for it but only appears where it is least expected. We must fight against these cultural restraints that would cripple and smother our desires. For it is love that gives meaning to life, desire that makes it possible for us to make sense of our existence and find purpose in our lives. Without these, there is no way for us to determine how to live our lives, except to submit to some authority, to some god, master or doctrine that will tell us what to do and how to do it without ever giving us the satisfaction that self-determination does. So fall in love today, with men, with women, with music, with ambition, with yourself. . . with life! One might say that it is ridiculous to implore others to fall in love—one either falls in love or one does not, it is not a choice that can be made consciously. Emotions do not follow the instructions of the rational mind. But the environment in which we must live out our lives has a great influence on our emotions, and we can make rational decisions that will affect this environment. It should be possible to work to change an environment that is hostile to love into an environment that will encourage it. Our task must be to engineer our world so that it is a world in which people can and do fall in love, and thus to reconstitute human beings so that we will be ready for the "revolution" spoken of in these pages—so that we will be able to find meaning and happiness in our lives. What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be!

whos space?

magnathree — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 06:51:27 GMT

so i made a 'myspace' account too - http://www.myspace.com/idledevils i like that you can tweak the css and html and that there are a lot of people 'round here on there . . . but i still think tribe.net is better suited towards genuine discussion

local yokels -

magnathree — Sat, 31 Dec 2005 00:24:20 GMT

I have this problem of getting on the 'forums' for the local newspaper here - and getting in arguments with rightwing numbskulls - I posted that quote from W* thats in the previous blog post - to those forums over a wwek ago - but didnt comment on it at all - let other people ague about it - but then i couldnt stay out of any longer - http://orig.thestarpress.com/Forums/viewtopic.php?t=4436&start=0&postdays=0&postorder=asc&highlight=

hagaga16

magnathree — Fri, 23 Dec 2005 01:10:26 GMT

no theme to this'n - just some of what ive been listening to this week . . . some rustic fiddling - some rock n roll some OLDies - some others - 18Mb 52 min hagaga.konxompax.org/hagaga/ playlist - 1. Louvin Brothers - When I Stop Dreaming (2:33) 2. Bozie Sturdivant - Aint No Grave Can Hold My Body Down(4:10) 3. Richie Valens - Come On, Let’s Go (demo) (2:12) 4. Annette Hanshaw - Six feet of papa (3:16) 5. Cheap Suit Serenaders -Suits Crybaby Blues (3:05) 6. Hot Club Of Cowtown - Always And Always (3:30) 7. Holy Modal Rounders - Moving Day (2:34) 8. Moondog - 5 8 in Two Shades (0:59) 9. Raymond Scott, manhattan research - Auto-Lite Spark Plugs (1:00) 10. cuje bertram - big cat - little cat (1:58) 11. Hasil Adkins - She’s Mine (1:51) 12. Charles Harrison - I’m Always Chasing Rainbows (3:33) 13. Gene Austin - My Blue Heaven (3:35) 14. nathan frazer frank patterson - leather britches (3:04) 15. Maddox Bros & Rose - The Death Of Rock & Roll (2:08) 16. Atmosphere - Scapegoat (3:52) 17. Screamin' Jay Hawkins - She Put The Wammie On Me (3:03) 18. Pere Ubu - Final Solution (5:00) 19. Raymond Scott, manhattan research - Bufferin Memories (demo (0:44)

How can ya tell when W* is Lying? His lips are moving

magnathree — Wed, 21 Dec 2005 21:25:32 GMT

April 20, 2004 - "Secondly, there are such things as roving wiretaps. Now, by the way, any time you hear the United States government talking about wiretap, it requires -- a wiretap requires a court order. Nothing has changed, by the way. When we're talking about chasing down terrorists, we're talking about getting a court order before we do so. It's important for our fellow citizens to understand, when you think Patriot Act, constitutional guarantees are in place when it comes to doing what is necessary to protect our homeland, because we value the Constitution." -George W. bush http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2004/04/20040420-2.html

frozen -

magnathree — Wed, 07 Dec 2005 23:25:35 GMT

its 9 degrees - my pipes are frozen - going under the trailer with a flashlight - if you dont hear from me for a few days - send the dogs out

number 14

magnathree — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 05:34:30 GMT

#014 is uploading right now - it'll be right here http://hagaga.konxompax.org/hagaga/?p=10 sometime tonight . . . for NaiadeSHIRK in the desert . .. . 1. Tune Wranglers - Black-Eyed Susan Brown (2:53) 2. Sly and the Family Stone - Dont Call Me Nigger, Whitey! (5:58) 3. Tiny Topsy - Western Rock 'n' Roll (2:56) 4. Tommy Facenda - Highschool USA (Texas) (2:09) 5. Television - See No Evil (3:52) 6. GENE MALTAIS - GANG WAR (2:03) 7. Moondog (Louis Hardin) - You the Vandal (2:09) 8. This Room Is My Castle of Quiet (2:26) 9. Albert Ammons&Pete Johnson - Sixth Avenue Express (2:40) 10. Beatles - Drive My Car (2:30) 11. Curtis Mayfield - Freddie's Dead (5:25) 12. Brenda Lee - Rock The Bop (2:10) 13. Tune Wranglers - Cowboys And Indians (2:26) 14. Patsy Montana&The Prairie Ramb - I Want To Be A Cowboy's Sweeth (3:05) 15. The Miller Sisters - Finders Keepers (2:58) 16. Alvadean Coker - We're Gonna Bop (2:10) 17. The Spiders - Don't Blow Your Mind (2:36) 18. The Ikettes - I'm Blue (2:35) 19. om thumb and the casuals - i should know(2:48) 20. live five - hunose (2:25) 21. Dusty Springfield - You Don't Own Me (2:26)

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magnathree — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 05:38:37 GMT

heads -

magnathree — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 05:36:53 GMT

its become a hobby at this point - making these scary heads in photoshop

mathison electropsychometer

magnathree — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 05:13:28 GMT

a "relic" of scientology - going to tom and katies over the holidays? with this - yer in! or just hone your LRH tech yourself at home - all reasonable offers considered -

ugh -

magnathree — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 05:11:15 GMT

whats wrong with this thing . . .

magnathree — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:15:53 GMT

roof

magnathree — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:09:12 GMT

magnathree — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:05:08 GMT

RED BEANS!

magnathree — Wed, 05 Oct 2005 05:42:45 GMT