9:28 pm CDT
NEW SHOW NOW ON LINE

Yes, it's now on line, a NEW SHOW, with special guests (in order of appearance) the Dezurik Sisters, Marilyn Monroe, President John F. Kennedy, Resident George W. Bush, C&W singing sensation Liz Talley, R&B kings the Delta Devils, and yours truly, Rev. Mack, performing a Live-Exorcism-on-the-Air to remove all Neo-Con Devils from Planet Earth. Hear it all HERE (mp3 / 28 min.).

11:08 am CDT
Big Bus Trip of '68, Part 2

Cards were passed out to the passengers. We were told to circle our location on a diagram of the bus, describe what we witnessed, and fill in our names and addresses.

In the meantime, people were crowding onto the streets--hundreds of people, all black, curious to see the big accident. And emergency vehicles were arriving--an endless stream of them. Apparently, when the word went out that it was a bus accident, there was concern that there might be a great many injuries. But no one on the bus suffered so much as a scratch; only the people in the car were hurt. Therefore, most of the ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks did not stay on the scene for long.

Police and EMS workers swarmed around the car. In fact, there was so much activity obstructing the view I could not be sure how many people were in the car. I had the impression there were at least three.

After half an hour, during which the bus driver talked to the police, he got back on the bus and we drove away, never to know the fate of the people in the car.

At the station, our next bus was waiting for us. As Richard and I hurried towards it with our bags, I saw that the destination sign read New York. A thrill went through me. But of course we not going as far as New York; we would get off at Nashville, and from there take another bus to Murfreesboro. Still, it was exciting to think I was riding a bus that by morning would be in the fabled New York City. I was a real traveler now.

The bus was half empty. Richard and I had been sitting side by side all day long; now we could have empty seats beside us and be more comfortable.

We roared away into the night, leaving the lights of Memphis behind. Now we were traveling across Tennessee. But it was dark, so there was nothing to see--and, anyway, I was tired. I lay on my side, curled up to fit on the two seats, and fell asleep ...

A few hours later, I opened my eyes. The bus was moving slowly. I looked up and saw street lights, power lines, and signs passing by. One was a sign for "Minnie Pearl's Fried Chicken" with a large image of Minnie Pearl holding up a drumstick. I sat up. We were in Nashville.




It was one in the morning. We inquired at the ticket counter about the next bus to Murfreesboro and discovered it would not leave until nine. We had eight hours to kill. Richard was hungry and suggested breakfast. The Trailways station had no coffee shop. So we stepped outside and began walking the streets of Nashville.

The streets were lively, but unlike Memphis there was not a single black person in sight; here, it was all whites, mostly of the redneck variety, and apparently drunk. It was a rip-roaring Saturday night. Men yelled at us from cars as they sped past; one man staggered out of a bar, looked at us, and snarled, "You goddamn kids better get off the street."

We couldn't find a restaurant, only bars and honky-tonks. Country music filled the air. A man in an alley with a woman hanging onto him demanded a bottle opener from us. We didn't have one. "Goddamn kids," he muttered. People kept yelling at us: "Hey, you kids! Get off the street!" We were attracting attention, and everyone wanted us off the street. We didn't know why, but it was making us nervous.

We turned down a dark side street to avoid all the attention, and hadn't gone far when a beat-up, dirty old car pulled up to the curb with two men inside, a fat white guy driving and a fat black guy beside him. The white guy yelled at us, "Hey you kids, come over here!"

Richard yanked me by the shoulder, saying urgently, "Let's get out of here." We started walking away, fast, then faster, as the man threw the car into reverse and caught up with us, his red beefy face stuck out the window as he waved a badge and yelled that we were under arrest ...

to be continued

5:08 pm CDT
The Destruction of America



Bush Favors Citizenship for Illegals

White House Snubs 9-11 Families and Victims of Illegal Alien Crimes

Frosty Wooldridge: The Bush-McCain BS Express

Government Data on Illegal Immigrants Kept Secret

Jack London on Scab Labor (via Conspiracy Nation)

May 1 Immigrant Boycott Aims to "Close" Cities

7:28 pm CDT
Big Bus Trip of '68, Part 1



The first time I ever traveled without my parents was in the summer of 1968 when I was 15. It came about like this ...

My friend Richard got the idea that he and I should attend a Baptist summer camp for teenagers in Tennessee. Why a Baptist summer camp? It was because Richard came from a devoutly Baptist family; he was not particularly devout himself, but he had been to this camp before, and had enjoyed it. He thought it would be more fun if I came along with him this time. So he pitched the idea to me.

I liked the idea of a bus trip to Tennessee, a place I'd never been, and I liked the idea of going to such a far-off place without parental accompaniment. But I wasn't sure I wanted to go to a church camp. Richard, however, assured me that religion was only a small part of the camp experience. Oh, there would be the occasional church service, but mostly it would be a solid week of fun: swimming, hiking, horseback-riding, watermelon-eating, big Southern barbecues, and all in the foothills of the beautiful Smoky Mountains.

Also, there would be girls, and plenty of them, most of them away from their regular boyfriends and looking for adventure. And there were trails that led through the piney woods, where you could walk at night and be alone with a girl ...

In other words, if I went on this trip, I would lose my virginity.

Well, that was all it took. I was sold. I described the camp to my parents (leaving out the part about the piney trails and late-night trysts) and they said I could go.

So, early on a Saturday morning in July, Richard's mother took us to the bus station in downtown Fort Worth and we caught a commuter bus for downtown Dallas. Then, in Dallas, we caught the bus for Memphis--a Continental Trailways Silver Eagle--and roared down Highway 67 in the bright morning light, full of the light-hearted excitement you feel at the beginning of a trip.

It took a long time to cross northeast Texas. We pulled out the books and magazines we had bought at the bus station and started reading. I was reading The Graduate, the novel on which the movie was based. Richard noticed I was laughing, so he asked me what the book was about. I told him, which caused him to want to read it--not later, but right then. I was getting head-achy from reading on the bus anyway, so I handed it to him. He read it until he got head-achy himself, then passed it back to me. We kept passing it back and forth like that, until finally we finished the book somewhere in Arkansas.

It was mountainous and piney in Arkansas, and the sun was dropping behind us. By the time we crossed the Mississippi River into Memphis, it was night.

In downtown Memphis, as we were approaching the bus station, the driver began talking on the bus intercom, giving information about the various connections. Then, right in the middle of his spiel, the bus hit something. It did not feel like a terribly hard hit to me, but when I looked up I saw that we had rear-ended a car, knocking it clear into the intersection. The back of the car was badly damaged, and the people inside weren't getting out ...

to be continued

12:42 pm CDT
RED ALERT: Internet Neutrality under Attack

(via double flee a) Congress is considering a law that would allow companies such as AT&T, Verizon, Comcast and Time Warner to control the Internet by deciding which Web sites load fast, slow, or not at all. The vote is tomorrow. Read more and find out what you can do at Save the Internet.

10:45 am CDT
Two State Legislatures Introduce Proposals Calling for Bush Impeachment

California and Illinois