Muslim-Friendly TV Line-up & Permissible Music

 

Rachel Corrie by Simon and Garfunkle?

Sorry, I only listen to the genuine article by .
 

 

 

 

 

The Party will always appreciate billy's rousing musical reworking of Eugene Pottier's glorious Internationale:

Verse 1
Stand up, all victims of oppression,
For the tyrants fear your might!
Don't cling so hard to your possessions,
For you have nothing if you have no rights!
Let racist ignorance be ended,
For respect makes the empires fall!
Freedom is merely privilege extended,
Unless enjoyed by one and all.

Chorus
So come brothers and sisters,
For the struggle carries on.
The Internationale,
Unites the world in song.
So comrades, come rally,
For this is the time and place!
The international ideal,
Unites the human race.

Verse 2
Let no one build walls to divide us,
Walls of hatred nor walls of stone.
Come greet the dawn and stand beside us,
We'll live together or we'll die alone.
In our world poisoned by exploitation,
Those who have taken, now they must give!
And end the vanity of nations,
We've but one Earth on which to live.
(Repeat chorus)

Verse 3
And so begins the final drama,
In the streets and in the fields.
We stand unbowed before their armour,
We defy their guns and shields!
When we fight, provoked by their aggression,
Let us be inspired by like and love.
For though they offer us concessions,
Change will not come from above!
(Repeat chorus)
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*Sniffle, wimper, sniffle*  Oh, it's just so moving! Comrades, please pardon my moment of lachrymation... Could someone pass me a piece of People's Tissue to wipe the tears away.
 

Here Dr. P, it may be used and have a dash of snot on it -- but all the same it is a People's Tissue (I know, its made of conflict silk. I demand the finest! I demand it!). I can only pray/send good energy to Stalin above and can only hope Mr. Bragg will also influence a modern reindition of China's own anthem -- Tian Han's The March of the Volunteers:

Arise! All who refuse to be slaves!
Let our flesh and blood become our new Great Wall!
When the Chinese nation faces its greatest peril,
Let us expend the last cry!
Arise! Arise! Arise!
May our million hearts beat as one!
Brave the enemy's fire, March on!
Brave the enemy's fire, March on!
March on! March on! On!
 

 

On the egalitarian Party calendar, Betty, every month is March. Just like all squares on the Cube are red.

Equality for all seasons!

End the discrimination of dates based on the time of year!
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chairman Punchenko!
We are trying to do our duties, but-and I think you understand it-we don't like spending our own money, so first we have to raise taxes. And I will also try to bring some comrades to this site, like Comrade Jaruzelski from Poland.
Best progressive wishes: Janos
 

 

George Michael, the Dancing Queen, pace Abba, had another contretemps in a London Park after she, er, he was caught taking his pleasure in a public venue in Los Angeles with people watching through a glory hole. I suppose that's what they they are; I can't imagine any other use for them. No doubt that's why one is supposed to see waggling fingers through them if one is actually the sort of person who would go into such places. Fortunately the limit of my outre behavior was a bug-eyed queen standing in his underwear in an El Paso hotel parking lot, holding up his hand like Moses parting the Red Sea, his eyes visibly rolling under the shut lids, and while I drove past at high speed, him tugging at the door handle of my Supra while Mexican children wet themselves laughing. That was after he tried to murder me with a bourbon bottle because I wouldn't let him, her, it, that thing into my life to arrange it to suit him. And that, comrades, is my exposure to seedy life. Well, one or two other small things.

Back to Miss Michael. Look at that 5:00 shadow; even Helen Thomas' makeup couldn't cover that up. And look at the man he was consorting with. Now that's high. I'm surprised that they found any cannabis left in his car. It would have taken me a pound to get that desperate and then I'd be passed out.
 

George and his life-partner helped re-decorate my Dacha twice in the past month. At first it was Ok until I found large wads of money stolen and my whores whining to me how their makeup and expensive Dior gowns were raided. Ugh, makes me sick to see people steal other peoples stuff when they damn well know how pricey it is! I haven't talked to George since and have alerted the ACLU that he is contemplating on becoming a heterosexist again. That'll teach em! Commissar Theocritus, never feel ashamed about your seedy, vulgar, down right sick and debaucherous alternative life-style. We are not here to judge your life-style. We are here to exploit it and turn it into a social cause to generate campaign contributions.
 

I blush to say it, noble Chairman Puchenko, but in truth I lead an utterly blameless life and it is only the telling which is bawdy. But that will not keep me from lying with both fists, just to get in practice. Every day I a drink a toast to Slick Willie, praying to the Father of Lies that 1/100 of his ability to avoid the truth, to shade his utterances, to evade, misdirect and suborn will pass to this humble servant of the People.

And for his master lie: Chelsea. All of this time he persuaded us he is a 10th degree horn dog and father of Chelsea but anyone with an eye knows that Chelsea is the by product of the time that Hillary slept on the wet spot between her and Janet Reno and a 1954 pick-up truck with arc-welder.

Hear and believe, oh noble Chairman. Every pod of Lesbians has access to at least one arc welder. In the richer suburbs of Midland they come from the Nieman Marcus Christmas catalogue, encrusted with diamonds. But the are fun girls, though; if one of them is red-headed she can change your oil in five minutes. And you've never had your oil changed quite like that, I'll bet. Might change your luck. Me? All that leg hair turns me off.
 

Ahh yes, I can only hope or Muslim liberators will be kind to our butch bimbos. They bleed so much for the revolution! Why, just the other day I happened to stumble upon one digging through the garbage in search of some ladies bra. I tried to start a pleasant conversation but she/he instead sneered at me and began lunging toward my face with a sharpened hunting knife. I shouted "Miss, please! Let us be reasonable, we are all registered Democrats!". She laughed, grunted and then began to cut of my pinky finger while telling me outdated Ellen DeGeneres jokes. I uttered the name Anne Heche, and that was when she began sawing off my index finger as well. I managed though to reach the hospital and informed the police it was a church goer who viciously assaulted me. The police believed the tale and called me in a limo to drive me home. So yes, I have great respect for lesibians and hope there are some programs fit for them in a new Sharia ruled AmeriKKKa.
 

Chairman Puchenko, please note that Anne Heche is not a force to reckoned with in the dyke world: she left a woman for a man and had a baby with him. Properly speaking, all dykes do it another way and Hallmark now has a line of father's day cards addressed to turkey basters. It is no wonder that the dumpster-diving dyke lunged at you.

In my situation I know some forward thinking diesel dykes who are planning for Sharia rule. Their premier fashion accessory maker, Snap On Tools, is coming out with a line of burkas in fetching flannel, and it is possible that there will be an exception found in the Koran for dykes with enough hormone therapy to grow a beard. In that case she will be able to wear the normal jeans--with a comfortable ass, and drillers' boots. And she will be able to drive, for how else would UPS get its parcels delivered?

This is, by the way, a different form of beard entirely than one I have used in the past. How odd to wear one and pay for dinner for another. And, here's the shocker, with the understanding that I would be rewarded for buying dinner, tickets, driving and opening doors, with the strict understanding that there would be no sex afterward.

I drew the line at decorating their apartments though.
 

Chairman Punchenko, as Comrade Rakosi wrote, there is a great progress in our country. There are two major parties and both are socialist. The only thing I'm worrying about is that we haven't got such a wonderful organization like the ACLU. They're doing a good job in AmeriKKKa, but we Hungarian progressives also need an ACLU(or HCLU). Many people say "Merry Christmas" and many shops are provocatively decorated, and this is just wrong. But, in our country there is a free socialist health care system(or, as your Comrade Kennedy once said, Medicare for all) and we are member of the marvellous Eurabian Union, which has got a very good ideological-religious background based on socialism and Islam. So on the whole we are a lucky nation.
 

We just expanded on the description of the "72" mini-series above (thought I should let you know):

72
Forget Jack Bauer and 24, the hottest thing on Islamovision is 72 virgins! Al Jazeera's new show in which special al-Qaeda operative Jafeer al-Baar must travel to 72 countries and blow up 72 public places within 72 hours in order to get to meet with 72 virgins. Rated "F" (family show). .
 

As one of the founders of Islamovision Productions, the creative arm behind 72, I'm here to tell you that this show is "must-see" TV - in other words, on the nights that the show is televised, our "Party Caterers" will forcibly enter your home, set your tubes to the correct channel, and then literally "rivet" you to your seats. Complimentary Victory Gin will be issued to those who cooperate. Those who don't... Well, that's another story.

So how does our hero, Jafeer, get from El Salvador to Sri Lanka in just one episode? That's the question on everyone's mind. Tune in and find out.
 

Iran's Next Top Martyr Winner walks the catwalk before self-detonation	I think you have forgotten a couple shows. I can't wait for Iran's Next Top Martyr. A group of women compete for the chance to win a trip to the western country of their choice where they will visit a crowded mall and self-detonate. Each episode a panel of celebrity judges, including a weekly guest cleric, vote one of the women off the show for being the most brazen, after which she is take to a local soccer stadium and the guest audience stones her to death. When only one contestant is left, she is fitted with a vest-bomb, flies to the infidel nation of her choice, and goes to the most crowded mall where she is crowned Iran's Next Top Martyr. The show culminates with her pushing the button.
Perhaps this will be the first brazen whore to be voted off the show and stoned to death - she clearly wishes to flaunt her beauty in order to lead the pious astray.	This contestant vows that if she is the winner, she will cultivate a uni-brown in order to dissuade undue attention from male infidels and the pious alike.
Also added to the spring schedule is the Canadian smash hit, , a CBC (Communist Broadcasting Corpse) production. How much better can family entertainment get?

 

This is a change in the table d'hote for the CBC. I had thought that they only made movies about young homosexual men who fled intolerable lives in repressive provincial towns to move to less repressive but utterly anonymous Canadian cities, there to take up residency with other young homosexual men who fled repressive provincial towns but who had, to support living in an anonymous Canadian city, taken to selling their bodies and--here's the shocker--buying drugs with the proceeds.

To continue in the miscegenation of differing threads, as I speak I am listening to the Saint-Saens Organ Symphony, one of my favorites. It helps that I was once a decent amateur pianist and played the organ (pipe is understood) in college. And never forget that although I am a strange man, I still have in full force that male desire for buttons to push. When I am going strong, I command at one time a full quarter of the electrons in the earth's mantle. That is why your computer was on the rag. I did it, without meaning you harm.

And you might try some Bach by Fabio Biondi of Europa Gallante, to be had from amazon.com. Verve is the label. The energy is infectious and these days I am no longer as orthodox as before. A friend in college, when I complained of the odious Apollo 2000's abortion of "Jesu" said that they had done worse to "Take Five" and that Bach can fight back.

But Nine Inch Nails? Whippersnapper. Well, from the free 30 seconds on iTunes, I can see it's better than country...
 

Wow, this "Little Mosque on the Prairie" is really weird, considering the serious nature of what Western Civilization is up against. I watched the trailers and the humor is quite dark if you take a momemt to really think about it.
The show is about de-sensitivation. After all, Mooselims are known for their great sense of humor around the world.
It's so funny you'll laugh your head off...if you don't, some jihadi will help you.

Hey Red, didn't the Soviets have a show called "Little Gulag on the Tundra"?
 

 

 

 

by Willie Nelson and Laika The Space Dog


Terrorists ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a bomb than diamonds or gold.
Suicide bomb buckles and old faded kaffiyehs,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll just hack your head away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up jihadis.
Don't let 'em bomb cafes or explode them old trucks.
Let 'em be imams and mullahs and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up jihadis.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with those virgins to love.

Terrorists like smokey old road bombs and clear mountain hideouts,
Little warm AK's and cell phones and hijacked flights.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but Islam won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up jihadis.
Don't let 'em bomb cafes or explode them old trucks.
Let 'em be imams and mullahs and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up jihadis.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with those virgins to love.
 

 

 

 

All further discussions of Country-Eastern and Laika's rendition of the Jihadi Green-neck national anthem to be conducted here:
https://thepeoplescube.com/red/viewtopic.php?t=1059

(it's now in People's Karaoke)