North Carolina legislators celebrated their victories over voting, poverty, and human decency, and they celebrated with THE DANCE! Meanwhile, everyone who wasn't in the North Carolina Capitol celebrated by dying of back alley bortions, and starving because "poor."
It prevents the college kids from affecting the local politics in the college town they live in almost all of the time. Everywhere was like this when I was in college in the 60s.
During the ratification of the 26th amendment in 1971, a lot of states also passed laws that allowed college kids to vote where they actually lived. This had some amazing effects -- when I was in school at Madison, the local city government was a hive of reactionary, anti-student assholes. In '72 (I was gone), with the change in the law, Paul Soglin got elected mayor. (Paul had been an anti-war hellraiser for some time). And then he got re-elected, resoundingly, because he turned out to be a decent mayor.
The vote-at-school law is a large reason why Madison is such a progressive community, and regarded as such a nice place to live. I believe Scooter is trying to roll it back.
Actually, I believe these law changes came from judicial decisions, so I don't think anybody can just PROHIBIT students from registering and voting at school. NC appears to be attacking it from the parental financial end.
Good grief. My father and brother have both played for many ceilidhs, and as an onlooker I've seen some woefully inept folk dancing, but that takes the biscuit. Isadora Duncan said "”The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul." The souls manifesting here are dark, shrivelled and twisted.
I somehow knew this day would end up a derpocalypse, given that we had a story about the GOP wanting to establish a moon base and Arkansas teachers carrying machine guns before noon.
Win. Although, viola.
It's a great day in North Carolina.
To be honest, the fiddling (I think it was the end of Orange Blossom) was pretty good.
It's the context that sucked shit.
The court of Louis XVI?
It prevents the college kids from affecting the local politics in the college town they live in almost all of the time. Everywhere was like this when I was in college in the 60s.
During the ratification of the 26th amendment in 1971, a lot of states also passed laws that allowed college kids to vote where they actually lived. This had some amazing effects -- when I was in school at Madison, the local city government was a hive of reactionary, anti-student assholes. In '72 (I was gone), with the change in the law, Paul Soglin got elected mayor. (Paul had been an anti-war hellraiser for some time). And then he got re-elected, resoundingly, because he turned out to be a decent mayor.
The vote-at-school law is a large reason why Madison is such a progressive community, and regarded as such a nice place to live. I believe Scooter is trying to roll it back.
Actually, I believe these law changes came from judicial decisions, so I don't think anybody can just PROHIBIT students from registering and voting at school. NC appears to be attacking it from the parental financial end.
Or at least a fucking remote sense of rhythm.
I mean, I'm white, but fuuuck.
Squeal like a pig...
*turns knob to "Fatal Intestinal Maelstrom" *
Tremolo.
Good grief. My father and brother have both played for many ceilidhs, and as an onlooker I've seen some woefully inept folk dancing, but that takes the biscuit. Isadora Duncan said "”The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul." The souls manifesting here are dark, shrivelled and twisted.
Someday people WILL revere Ellis to the extent his madness so clearly deserves...sadly it will probably be posthumously, just like Shakespeare :P
Everybody was dumbfool dancing Not a neuron was fast as lightning And it was totally frightening To know we submit to whitening
What's perfect pitch? Throwing a fiddle in the dumpster and it doesn't touch the sides.
Needs more Morris Dancers...at least their sticks anyway.
That is the worst ad I've ever seen. It totally made me dislike crackers.
I somehow knew this day would end up a derpocalypse, given that we had a story about the GOP wanting to establish a moon base and Arkansas teachers carrying machine guns before noon.