Dang. The reporters I call won't�write up�my evidence that he did. I figured they'd be suckers for my story. They say I have evidence, not proof. They�worry about proof when we are in a Class Struggle? And didn't Jesus teach his socialist revolutionaries�"What is proof?"
I did hear some tap-tap-tap on the phone a few months ago, but it turned out to be a water leak from the gutter but it was suspiciously aimed at my keyboard and f-ed it up. Then I had some computer problems, and that should be a sure�sign of secret government hacker intrusions, so it's very�possible they were into my email, but the only emails I get are "Naughty Farm Girls" and my favorite "Fat Girls get Frisky" etc which I hope Bush and those CIA boys enjoyed.�I know the dog was barking very loud the other night to warn me�the FBI was going through the garbage,�and it could have been raccoons - but you never really know for sure, do you?
But I wish I could show that he spied on me. I could go on TV, be famous, write a book, get lots of chicks - or at least one chick maybe (even if she doesn't shave her armpits),�and be a Hero of The Movement, like Kerry or Jerry Rubin. Oh, that was 30 years ago? What's it called now?�It's all over?�And you say chicks�prefer military guys nowadays... aw sh-t.�Am I�too old to sign up?
Hey Dude, please spy on me. I am definitely�a certified beer-powered�anti-Establishment Revolutionary and a walking talking danger to capitalism - wanta see my disability card? Not working and getting my share�is my heroic personal revolt against The System.�I would have even voted for McGovern but I was drunk that day. I am so totally supporting�Osama's People's Socialist Revolution in Iraq and Afghanistan against the Capitalist System. So�listen to me now, Mr. CIA Agent: Viva Che; Make Love not War; Impeach Earl Warren� Nixon Warmonger Babykiller�Johnson; Ho-ho-Ho Chi Minh, NFL� NLF is�Gonna Win;�US Out Now; Hell no - we won't go; 1-2-3-4-, We don't want your f-ing War; Smash the Glass of the Ruling Class; Support our Troops - Bring them Home Now; �America, Love it or Leave It, Draft Beer not Boys; Peace, Baby; Power to the People,�Go Steelers and all that other�happy horsesh-it.
If the government won't spy on me after saying all that, what�can I do to be groovy?
