Obama sells ailing GM to Indian Gaming Nations

[azul]

Says put that gambling-addiction money to some good use, and give the first peoples, who actually love this land alot, a chance at managing this gigantic mess. The present managers have obviously made a hash of it, and whom do you rally trust to protect our little habitat?

The tribal elders had held a pow-wow with Obama on Alcatraz Island and were somehow compelled to take over GM when the firewater was broken out and they all started singing this nostalgic tune:


Well they put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth
Sergeant, sergeant, don't you feel
There's something wrong with that automobile
Governor, governor, isn't it strange
They didn?t have no cars on the Indian range
Warden, warden, please listen to me
Be brave and set Geronimo free

Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac
Let me ride, let me ride

Warden, warden, don't you know
Prisoners have no place to go
They took old Geronimo by storm
Ripped off the feathers from his uniform


Jesus tells me I believe its true
The red man is in the sunset too
Took all his land, now they won't give it back
And they sent Geronimo a Cadillac

( by Michael Martin Murphy)


Happy AF day

Check yuour zipper,
and your wallet

[old mark]

1. I heard they gave him a handfull of beads for it,

and intend to keep the Pontiac.

mark