Freebsd Fortunes 7

Well, here it is, 1983, so it won't be long before you start reading a lot
of boring stories about people like Vance Hartke.  Hartke is a governor or
mayor or something from one of the flatter states, and the reason you'll be
reading about him is that he's one of the 50 top contenders for the 1984
Democratic presidential nomination.  These men will spend the next 18 months
going around the country engaging in the most degrading activities imaginable,
such as wearing idiot hats and appearing on "Meet the Press".  "Meet the
Press" is one of those Sunday morning public interest shows that the public
is not the least bit interested in.  It features a panel of reporters who
ask questions of a guest politician, who wins an Amana home freezer if he
can get through the entire show without answering a single question.
                -- Dave Barry

Well I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five,
The headline screamed that I was still alive,
I couldn't understand it, I thought I died last night.
I dreamed I'd been in a border town,
In a little cantina that the boys had found,
I was desperate to dance, just to dig the local sounds.
When along came a senorita,
She looked so good that I had to meet her,
I was ready to approach her with my English charm,
When her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me by the arm,
And he said, grow some funk of your own, amigo,
Grow some funk of your own.
We no like to with the gringo fight,
But there might be a death in Mexico tonite.
...
Take my advice, take the next flight,
And grow some funk, grow your funk at home.
                -- Elton John, "Grow Some Funk of Your Own"

Well, I would -- if they realized that we -- again if -- if we led them
back to that stalemate only because our retaliatory power, our seconds,
or strike at them after our first strike, would be so destructive they
they couldn't afford it, that would hold them off.
                -- Ronald Reagan, on the MX missile

Well, if you can't believe what you read
in a comic book, what *can* you believe?
                -- Bullwinkle J. Moose

Well, I'm disenchanted too.  We're all disenchanted.
                -- James Thurber

Well, it's hard for a mere man to believe that woman doesn't have equal
rights.
                -- Dwight D. Eisenhower

Well, Jim, I'm not much of an actor either.

We'll know that rock is dead when you have to get a degree to work in it.

WE'LL LOOK INTO IT:
        By the time the wheels make a full turn, we
        assume you will have forgotten about it,too.

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
And he didn't leave much for Ma and me,
Just and old guitar an'a empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
...
But I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the honkey tonks and the bars,
And kill the man that give me that awful name.
It was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
I'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
Thought I'd stop and have myself a brew,
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
Sitting at a table, dealing stud,
Sat that dirty (bleep) that named me Sue.
...
Now, I knew that snake was my own sweet Dad,
From a wornout picture that my Mother had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye...
                -- Johnny Cash, "A Boy Named Sue"