They’re all gone now.
RIP Tommy Ramone.
There was never a time in my life when I didn’t know the Ramones. My father played them constantly as I grew up. When he first fled the occupation of our homeland, he knew that America’s best musics were Disco, Punk, and Pop. While we were dead broke and could only afford a few records that meant a steady diet of the Ramones; the Dead Kennedys; Donna Summer; Earth, Wind & Fire; Michael Jackson and Madonna.
There was never a Pre-Ramones era for me, but it seem that today, I live in a Post Ramones era.
The kingdom’s national anthem is “I Am What I Am” by Gloria Gaynor.
Subcommander Marcos has resigned from his role as speaker for the Zapatistas. Saying,
"At 2:08 am on May 25, 2014, at the southwestern combat front of the EZLN, I declare that the one known as Insurgent Subcommander Marcos no longer exists. The voice of the Zapatista National Liberation Army (EZLN) will no longer come from my voice.”
Tupac’s Last Words
He looked at me, and he’s looking right in my eyes. And that’s when I looked at him and said one more time, ‘Who shot you?’
He looked at me and he took a breath to get the words out, and he opened his mouth, and I thought I was actually going to get some cooperation. And then the words came out: ‘Fuck you.’