[Vision2020] WHITE SECURITY STAFFER ACQUITTED OF MURDERING BLACK CONCERT GOER!!

Sat Dec 6 13:07:59 PST 2014

I changed the subject heading to see if it would prompt anyone to pay any increased attention to my original post.  If successful, I think I would understand why the media trumpets the whole 'white guy gets away with killing black guy' strategy.   Apparently it's an effective marketing to tool in selling news.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxnVY37b0ME

From: scooterd408 at hotmail.com
To: thansen at moscow.com
Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 13:36:32 -0700
CC: vision2020 at moscow.com
Subject: Re: [Vision2020] A tribute to...

Correction Mr. Hansen...

I was referring to verse 5
 of the lyrics you posted below.  This was the day that the music died on 
December 6, 1969 marking the end of the failed experiment of the 1960s 
due to too many dope smoking pot heads that comprised the 'generation 
lost in space'.  I'd encourage you to 'maybe dig a little deeper instead
 of constantly shooting from the hip', but there would be an echo in 
here 
(http://mailman.fsr.com/pipermail/vision2020/2012-December/087985.html) 
and I'd be sounding like a broken record.  And note that a broken record
 in itself could very well be considered 'the day the music died' to someone 
somewhere sometime.

I will now refocus the discussion on the day 
that the music died 45 years ago today and my tribute to Meridith Hunter
 who I can now see why has been completely and totally forgotten by anyone in the 
1960's who spent copious amounts of time breathing in the sweet perfume 
at halftime.  Oh...and you might consider watching the video I posted.  I find it to be rather heartbreaking.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Meredith_Hunter

Subject: Re: [Vision2020] A tribute to...
From: thansen at moscow.com
Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 12:10:04 -0800
CC: vision2020 at moscow.com
To: scooterd408 at hotmail.com

Correction, Mr. Dredge . . .
February 3, 1959 was the "day the music died".
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"The Day the Music Died, dubbed so by a lyric in the Don McLeansong "American Pie", is a reference to the deaths of rock and roll musicians Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson, in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa, on February 3, 1959. Pilot Roger Peterson was also killed."
Monument at the crash site, September 16, 2003
"American Pie" by Don McLean
A long, long time agoI can still remember how that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chanceThat I could make those people danceAnd maybe they'd be happy for a whileBut February made me shiverWith every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstepI couldn't take one more stepI can't remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep insideThe day the music died[Chorus]So bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in RyeSingin' "This'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die"[Verse 1]Did you write the book of loveAnd do you have faith in God aboveIf the Bible tells you so?Now do you believe in rock and roll?Can music save your mortal soul?And can you teach me how to dance real slow?Well, I know that you're in love with him'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gymYou both kicked off your shoesMan, I dig those rhythm and bluesI was a lonely teenage broncin' buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truckBut I knew I was out of luckThe day the music died[Chorus]I started singin' bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in RyeSingin' "This'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die"[Verse 2]Now for ten years we've been on our ownAnd moss grows fat on a rollin' stoneBut that's not how it used to beWhen the jester sang for the king and queenIn a coat he borrowed from James DeanAnd a voice that came from you and meOh, and while the king was looking downThe jester stole his thorny crownThe courtroom was adjournedNo verdict was returnedAnd while Lenin read a book on MarxThe quartet practiced in the parkAnd we sang dirges in the darkThe day the music died
We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in RyeSingin' "This'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die"
Helter skelter in a summer swelterThe birds flew off with a fallout shelterEight miles high and falling fastIt landed foul on the grassThe players tried for a forward passWith the jester on the sidelines in a castNow the halftime air was sweet perfumeWhile the sergeants played a marching tuneWe all got up to danceOh, but we never got the chance'Cause the players tried to take the fieldThe marching band refused to yieldDo you recall what was revealedThe day the music died?
We started singin' bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in RyeAnd singin' "This'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die"
Oh, and there we were all in one placeA generation lost in spaceWith no time left to start againSo come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quickJack Flash sat on a candlestick'Cause fire is the devil's only friendOh, and as I watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rageNo angel born in HellCould break that Satan's spellAnd as the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrificial riteI saw Satan laughing with delightThe day the music diedHe was singin' bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in RyeAnd singin' "This'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die"
I met a girl who sang the bluesAnd I asked her for some happy newsBut she just smiled and turned awayI went down to the sacred storeWhere I'd heard the music years beforeBut the man there said the music wouldn't playAnd in the streets, the children screamedThe lovers cried and the poets dreamedBut not a word was spokenThe church bells all were brokenAnd the three men I admire mostThe Father, Son and the Holy GhostThey caught the last train for the coastThe day the music diedAnd they were singin' bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in RyeSingin' "This'll be the day that I dieThis'll be the day that I die.
They were singin' bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in RyeAnd singin' "This'll be the day that I die."
------------------------------------- Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .
"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)http://www.MoscowCares.com  Tom HansenMoscow, Idaho
"There's room at the top they are telling you still.But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,If you want to be like the folks on the hill."
- John Lennon  
On Dec 6, 2014, at 11:25 AM, Scott Dredge <scooterd408 at hotmail.com> wrote:

Meredith
 Hunter.  Completely forgotten, he was the sacrificial lamb on the day that the 
music died December 6, 1969 - 45 years ago today - at the infamous 
Altamont Free Concert in Tracy California.  He would now be 63 years old.  RIP.

"Oh, and as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No Angel born in Hell,
Could break that Satan's spell."

"And as the flames climbed high into the night,
To light that sacrificial rite.
I saw Satan laughing with delight.
The day the music died.
He was singing 'Bye, bye Miss American pie...'"

Them Good 'Ol Boys singing 'This will be the day that I die'

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