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But journalism comes in many forms, including melody and rhythm, and I am particularly disgusted with the house whores of that pimp, the music industry, who have been catherine scorsese AWOL in what, not long ago, was their catherine scorsese fucking catherine scorsese job: To write and sing the discordant counter-discourse, to provide the conscientious rhythm for journalism and other trades to "fight the powers that be." But all they've offered us, so far, has been lame harmonizing with Bush and Company. Just for kicks I went to Moby's website to view his diary entries after September 11th, recalling that he lives in one of those downtown Manhattan neighborhoods where they kicked all the people like me out to make room for members of his caste, figuring that, from Ground Zero, he might have said something intelligent. Here is what we get from this fakir commenting on the September 22nd Bush speech to the nation: "I loved the fact that Giuliani and Pataki got the biggest round of applause."
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