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VOLUME TWO NLIh«ER TWO
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’The Rainy DftvNewspstper
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FREE - and dairin yelfworth kl
It really seems immlnenl^ doesn’t it?
Before you vrite off this little shindig in the
Persian Gulf as a necessary step in
protecting the interests of this great nation,
think about a f ev things. Who or what are
we really protecting? If you think about it,
we’re only protecting the Kingdom of Saudi
Arabia. L et’s talk a bit ab o ut t his s p ectac ular
piece of desert land we’re occupying at the
m om ent. Sau di Arabia has n o c onstit uti on
There is no freedom of speech or of the
press. Theater arid mo\ies are forbidden,
85 is the study of Preud, Western philosphy
and music. There are no free elections or
political parties. In the courts, h&t^eas
corpits and bail do not exist, dPendants
are not permitted legal counsel in court,
and the testimony of one man is legally
e q uival ent t o t hat of two wom en. S p eakin g
of women, they cannot travel alone, drive
cars orride bicycles, norcari theyleave the
countr/ ortravel between cities without the
written permission of their closest male
relative. You holy rollers (you know v/ho
you are) will be overjoyed to learn that Islam
is the official state religion, that converting
to another religion - including Christianity-
is punishable by death, and that foreigners
who wear or display crucifixes or Stars of
Da\id are whipped with sticks by the Saudi
religious police. Oh yeah, Jews are not
allowed to enter Saudi Arabia at all. Should
you be comicted of a crime, beheading is
the usual method of execution and is often
followed by crucified on. Adulterers are
stoned to death, thie’^s have their hands
cut off, and flogging is the usual
punishment for lesser crimes such as public
into.^cation (alcohol, by the v9.y, is illegd.}
Can you believe that vour tax dollars
are pa’vinqto defend this bullshit? As so or
as someone wins our Congress and
Senate races (and frankly, we don’t care
wh 0 wins, t h ey all s uck s hit), we urg e yo u t o
v^te your Congressmen and your
President arid demand an explanation as to
v.^y we are fi g htin q t o u p h ol d t his crap.
"SPREAD YOUR
HEAD"
“Hear the news of the Eskimo
Blues”
Being in the sound state of mind that I am, I
would like to say that this weather, in the past
week, was greaJt. But, 1 can’t. There are no
words that could've described the weather. All
could say was that it was very blue. I cannot
recall & day when there a cloud in the sky; 1
wonder why? Actually, my tribe and I, the Blue
Eskimos, do know why the sky was so blue. If
only I could remember as far back as last
Thursday, yeah, I think that's when it was. Well,
anyway that's when it started. Vou know. Blue
Esidmo season. The season has come and
gone just like av/inter storm. And believe me,
my mind was t^^undering and lightning. New
ideas, new thoughts, new sights just slipped
Into the drivel's seat and hauled ass. However,
dkl happen to catch one particular day, v/hen
the full moon was fiery orange, and then
e>ploded, like my mind, into a thousand pieces.
Vep, the day when wierdos came out and ‘trip or
treat." Wow, Halloween was definitely wierd.
For the spreadheads that did go to tTie show,
and saw the good trip" stated in the Issue of
Flagpole, I know y^u had a blast. TVie shov/ was
an excellent gel up for the individuals that did
explore their minds and in\ent an overwhelming
costume. I didn’t see a single soul there that did
not have a costume on and did not have black
eyeballs. To get to the show itself. Panic
opened with a.song that no one knew. It blew
my mind along with everyone else. If I'm not
mistaken, I do believe they played 13 songs not
including the encore, whrch was a Black
Sabbath tune, I think, maybe'Sweet Leaf." The
power of the band lasted through the show, into
the night, and on to Widespread Panic. Well,
there you have it, people. The Blue Eskimos
brought good weather, good tidings, good
groovy nights, and good Eskimo. I think it might
rain tomorriow.
— Fellow Spireadhead —
wake up!
He is a mari... yet a child. He is coldly
ogical, while an utter fool — pathetic in his
wa^^... a horror, inhuman in his deeds, a
;rinity of voices, unholy cries from the
)lackest recesses of a soul, twisted and
racked by the plagues of despair, fear, and
pain...
— Call Him L e gi on, F or H e Is Many—
They dwell wthin one... they, the
hree... existing, each, as a distortion of
persona, an uneasy union of forced
c 0 h esi on an d sanity strain e d;
LOGIC - cold... unforgiving, the
accuser - howls into the endless night,
railing against its brothers - atwisted vigil of
cold hate... tempered steel.
INNOCENCE - a frightened child, on
he verge of brutal defilement... who
whimpers... unheard by all save his
corrupted sibling, who leers above the
weaker and taunts... unseen...
And GUILT - who rules the mind... a
feeble, sickly, drunken fool, acceptinj
LOGICS curses for faults he does not
“LEGION”
posess while stumbling om INNOCENCE
in the daric... only to stagger away... closer
to the abyss, the chaos of madness...
This, then, is the final dialog: the three
as they conclude their vwiton and headv
dance, their dovnward spiral toward the
pinnacle of horror... arid beyond, to a
continued on page tvo
FOUR PAGES - NO WAITING!
Letters 2
"Friday” 2
Widespread Poem 3
Live Dead / Dead Live 3
Snack Bar Point / CounterpoinL... 3
Letters From Sbaff 4
ACID ART! 4
Homecoming 4
Fall Break 4
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