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Your Kids Will Meditate in School

23 years after it was released, my favorite Dead Kennedy's song, California Über Alles, appears to be coming true. Only it's not Jerry Brown and it's not California, but Denver. A former transcendental meditation teacher has collected enough signatures to put a referendum on the ballot that would, among other things, require large groups of people to meditate.

I think that if the moonbats want to get together and start meditating for the greater good, they should go right ahead. There is no doubt that it would serve the greater good. They'd be too busy meditating to come up with crackpot legislation like this.

In fairness, it's unlikely this stupid referendum will actually pass. But I still think this calls for a posting of the lyrics of that fine DKs song.

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president

Carter power will soon go away
I will be Führer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school

California Über Alles
Über Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay

California Über Alles
Über Alles California

Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice

Come quitely to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower

Die on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will crack, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown

California Über Alles
Über Alles California

Comments

Oh a DK fan.

I have a holiday suggestion for the likes of Mikey and Gray-Out Davis.

So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo ...

That is my second favorite DKs song.

"Now you can go where people are one.
Now you can go where they get things done.
What you need my son.
What you need my son..."