Learning to be human again by learning to be subhuman again.
Learning to be Messianic again by learning to be archaic again.
Learning to live your whole life again by learning to sharpen your knives again.
Learning to be reflexive again by learning to be reflective again.
We’re gonna grab those big bucks young, show them what we want, smear the sweat and blood across those lats, and glutes, and quads, theorize and debate, compose, contemplate, explain the meaning of the things that we mean, campaign and elect, stand up and erect a little something that I call “Democracy!” “Racism!” “Facism!" We’re gonna establish professorships, sail in airtight ships, brave the icebergs and avoid the fates of Titanic and Potemkin. Those big bucks are organic. Those big bucks move fast and quick. Those big bucks use antlers to protect the forests, does, and fawns. They’re gonna drink from muddy streams. They’re gonna show us what we mean. They’re gonna say, “We’re the bucks you talk about when you talk about big bucks!” We’re gonna thin the thinning herd. They’ll never show us what they learned. They’re gonna brave the winters and dodge the bullets of the legislative. They support judiciary. They neglect fiduciary. They’re gonna say, “If this is your executive, this isn’t my executive!

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Bambi/George W. Bush song meanings
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