One can't choose one's family, and one can't choose where your music ends up, but this one takes the cake. The thought of this
fratitudinous errand-boy of the anti-christ pedalling aimlessly, working up a nice cardio rush, and listening to me sing about my friend's dead little boy makes me want to... I dont know, start doing death metal, or something. Wierdly, I'd dedicated an album about 12 years ago to his father, and some other hackular hegemons (in the hope that they'd all be tortured in hell for all eternity), and had been accused by the Nat Review (I think) of being a KGB dupe. I never thought I'd miss the days of the whiny fraud George Sr., but his spawn has actually made that a muted reality.
Anyway, thank you all for being here. I think the work that's being done here is hugely inspiring, and actually gives me a degree of hope that we may finally accomplish something I'd long ago stopped believing was possible: to Create Democracy In America Today!
My hat's off to all of you who participate, and here's to our American Solidarnosc!
David Baerwald