tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23036363.post7623944595233843089..comments2023-08-18T09:53:49.840-06:00Comments on robbinsdale radical: Quote of the daycphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163860831438587167noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23036363.post-43403781527266060182009-06-17T23:50:19.552-06:002009-06-17T23:50:19.552-06:00"Sure the streets are full of people but soon..."Sure the streets are full of people but soon all this will be over and the streets will be a beautiful shade of red...you'll have to come and see it...we're such a wonderful tourist destination."The Poetry of Barry G. Wickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17782966029990526254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23036363.post-43693624203374000102009-06-15T23:35:51.162-06:002009-06-15T23:35:51.162-06:00"We're so efficient in Iran, the most eff..."We're so efficient in Iran, the most efficient nation in world, that we counted all the ballots before the election was over. We're just so amazing."The Poetry of Barry G. Wickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17782966029990526254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23036363.post-75834521908116349092009-06-15T02:09:51.482-06:002009-06-15T02:09:51.482-06:00"Sir, I hate to read your newspaper over your..."Sir, I hate to read your newspaper over your shoulder, so I'm just going to put this noose around your neck and pull you up out of the way."The Poetry of Barry G. Wickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17782966029990526254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23036363.post-14007917485680289352009-06-15T02:07:59.075-06:002009-06-15T02:07:59.075-06:00Sir, may I have your newspaper when you're fin...Sir, may I have your newspaper when you're finished...bleeding on the floor and full of bullets?The Poetry of Barry G. Wickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17782966029990526254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23036363.post-81210462396883540962009-06-15T02:05:46.783-06:002009-06-15T02:05:46.783-06:00Sir, may I have your newspaper? No, no, the whole...Sir, may I have your newspaper? No, no, the whole building AND the presses...and nevermind the men with guns...they're just here to read.The Poetry of Barry G. Wickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17782966029990526254noreply@blogger.com