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The category is the closest I could find to Public:
Get the liberachiest sequined white glam queen mood
music shmaltz but mellow like Kenny G except only piano,
soft, sad and really emotionally legattoed piano player you
can find and teach him all Bob Marley songs like
Song, Zimbabwe, Revolution, and have him
play them really emotively and using all of Bob Marley's
characteristic synchopated improvisatory melodic filagree
but on piano and while wearing sequined suits and big hair
and sipping champagne and throwing handfulls of C notes
in the air.
Have the Liberache Guy really work up a following either
because he is really good or because of the performance
art aspect of the gig, and then when you have a nation
wide following, organize a gigantic gig and invite the
Aryan Nation and other white power groups on the sly and
then officially invite Donald Trump to MC the event, and
then buy up paypal and those other ticket services and start
charging exhorbitant prices and manipulating the market
of the ticket sales thing ahead of time, and then suck all
of the money on the planet into the ticket lottery system.
To fund reparations.
Note spelling. [8th of 7, Nov 17 2016]
Note gunfire. [8th of 7, Nov 17 2016]
Giant Chimney Sex Farm Rapture
[JesusHChrist, Nov 19 2016]
[JesusHChrist, Nov 19 2016]
||I don't think I could follow this sober.
||Richard Cheese is a hoot.
||<some time later>. Yup, stone cold sober and I can't make head nor tail out of this idea.<\stl>
||dammit, now I don't know how to spell Liberace.
||I got a little confused around the part with all the
||It's magical thinking. As explained by James Frazer. Who was properly contemptuous of it.
||There's a kind of list here of all the things that [JHC] doesn't like. Because he doesn't like them, he assumes that they're all sort-of the same thing or, at least, on the same side. Then there are things [JHC] does like (such as Bob Marley), and [JHC] thinks they offer a magical antidote to the things he doesn't like.
||The saying "all your enemies look the same" is probably relevant here.
||So is the fact that, with no signs of irony, Margaret Thatcher once expressed admiration for Bob Marley - especially, for "Get up, stand up".
||Sorry, [JHC], but there is no Right Side of History. Not even with Bob Marley on it. That's a just variation on the old philosophical problem of the Unity of the Virtues. Furthermore, the idea that there is such a Right Side has hurt a lot of people. It's time for some new ideas - of which "steal all the money in the world and give it to people I like" isn't one.
||An update to this screenplay idea is that the Liberace
guy played by Jack Black ends up coming to Australia
with Angelina, Scarlett, Cher, and JesusHChrist to
produce the "Share" concert, which is a documentary,
so its one big movie now, and then Jack Black is the
wing man of JesusHChrist in the many adventures they
have deporting men from Australia to the rest of the
world and importing all of the hot chicks from the rest
of the world to Australia. The festival will be held in
Queensland and Washington DC simultaneously with
Donald Trump and the Aryan Nation and a concert
MC'ed by Ted Nugent, and the result will be an Eco-
valve vortex of flying chicks and Jesus and Jack Black if
he plays his cards right, swirling high in the
atmosphere above Australia above the clouds having a
24 hour a day 7 days a week orgy that modulates the
worldwide temperature by acting as a valve that keeps
hot air coming off the Australian continent circulating
in the right way to be a biofeedback mechanism for
the planet. Meanwhile Donald Trump and all of the
rest of the guys in the world will be gnashing their
teeth and clawing their way over each other's dead
bodies to climb over the sharks that are trying to feed
on the bodies of their fellow men who are not in the
sky with Jesus and the chicks and who have died in
their desperate attempt to attain purchase on the
Australian continent so that they can have a hope of
pushing forward their genetic legacy with one of the
chicks. But the swirling vortex of orgy that is flying
high above the desert has edges made up of chicks who
are not as hot as Scarlett and Angelina, who will be
wearing wing suits and be a part of the vortex but just
further out so that in the swirling hydrodynamism, they
actually end up doing Jesus, slightly less than Angelina
and Scarlett. But these unhot chicks will also serve as
the defense system for Australia so that they stop
Donald Trump and the rest of the men in the world
from achieving purchase on the beaches.
||I understand your point I think. I fall in the middle but
I think people who fall in the middle have an
obligation to lead one of the ends of the spectrum and
love each other as a duty. I just plan to lead by
gathering all of the chicks in the world high above
Austrailia in a never ending global sex valve. I
understand your resistance.
||In regards to reparations, the north of the world is
moving into a sharing economy which is going to move
actual money south. I'm just telling stories that will
make it easier for the right and the left of the political
spectrum to find a way forward together... as long as
they do what JesusHChrist say, as long as he says,
"JesusHChrst sez," before he says to do it. And as long
as it in incrementally better for JesusHChrist than
doing it with Scarlett and Angelina in the global vortex
valve high above the Australian desert.
||//I just plan to lead by gathering all of the chicks in the world high above Austrailia in a never ending global sex valve//
||Again, not really a new plan. It can be summarized something like this:
||1. Have all the hot chicks.
3. World Peace.
||This was essentially the plan piloted by both Jim Morrison and John Lennon (except that Morrison's version of world peace, as articulated in his poetry, seems to have involved a surprising amount of violence). More recently, Russell Brand's foray into "politics" follows exactly the same plan, seeing how it was so successful last time.
||Variants include the following, pioneered by Sartre and Camus:
||1. Have all the hot chicks.
2. Ha-ha, losers; je vous mets en abyme.
||This was a bit tragic since, when younger, both Sartre and Camus displayed signs of what I can only describe as nobility. For their decline, I'm inclined to blame psychoanalysis.
||Anyway, we've seen all this before.