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5 Million Ways To Kill A C.E.O. by The Coup

Lyrics:

[Intro: Scratches] Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo! Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo!

[Chorus: Boots Riley] We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 1: Boots Riley] Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin’ On the turf debatin’ how to get it percolatin’ He workin’ you while we happy just to work a day But I'ma slap him ‘til my blood starts circulatin’ (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Do your checks have elasticity? Did they cut off yo’ 'lectricity? Did you scream and yell explicitly? Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) I’m a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil Rollin’ dope fiend rentals through your residential Broke as fuck, eatin’ lentils with no utensil Finna teach pimp class with a ho credential (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They own sweat shops, pet cops, and fields of cola Murder babies with they molars on the areola Control the Pope, Dalai Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah Bump this rollin’ in your bucket or your new Corolla Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out Yellin’, “Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!” Wanna know what this demeanor’s 'bout? City tried to clean us out Green is clout, shut 'em down, they ain’t never seen a drought You interviewed but they ain’t callin’ you back And for the record I ain’t called it a gat But tuck this in the small of your back Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) [Chorus: Boots Riley] We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 2: Boots Riley] 'Cept this game ain’t slow, it’s the creeper If you a janitor, get a street sweeper Ugly is even skin deeper If you can’t get the Pres, get the VeePer (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They made the murder scene before there was a coroner I mighta been born here but I’m a foreigner Spillin’ swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni’s kid Flip off the lid, who you pourin fo’? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller (uh) “Gangster of Love” just like Steve Miller They wear skivvies that’s made of chinchilla Factory in Mexico, bought a spring villa I’m from the land where the Panthers grew You know the city and the avenue If you the boss we’ll be smabbin’ through, and we’ll be grabbin’ you To say, “Whassup with the ra-venue?” (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the

[Chorus: Boots Riley] We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Verse 3: Boots Riley] Tell him it’s a boom in child prostitution When he show up at the stroll, give him lead restitution You could throw a twenty in a vat o’ hot oil When he jump in after it watch him boil (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in If you can find he can swim Put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend Videotape and the party don’t end (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Tell that boogers be sellin’ like crack He gon’ put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Make sure you ain’t got no priors Don’t tell 'em that we conspired We could let him try to change a flat tire Or we could all at once retire (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) There are just a few of the

[Chorus: Boots Riley] 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go

[Outro: Boots Riley] Bay Area, get ready to brawl Bay Area, are you ready to brawl? L.A., get ready to brawl L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Chi-town, get ready to brawl Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Atlanta, are you ready to brawl? Atlanta, you ready to brawl? Houston, get ready to brawl Houston, get ready to brawl (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) New York, are you ready brawl? New York, are you ready to brawl? London, get ready to brawl London, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Capetown, get ready to brawl Capetown, are you ready to brawl? Tokyo, get ready to brawl Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah The Coup (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Boots Riley, Pam the Funkstress It’s really goin’ down (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah, ya know, in case you didn’t know, gats are comin’ The Coup You know, sum'n, sum'n (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)

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Hi

New post. No donations in a week. 2 disabled homeless trans women who have been struggling to find income/get hired after the gap in resumes due to transition surgeries. We've been trying to get a new used truck sorted out because the van's driveline is broken in a way we can't afford, but it turns out the dealer lied about the status of the title, and they refused to give us a refund, so we have to take them to court. There's a 57 filing fee that would be paid by them if we win, but we have to pay it initially. We're getting legal advice somewhere tmrw (7/25/25) and are going to try to submit the small claims court form tmrw. It got towed in this whole affair once because we hadn't immediately tagged it due to worrying about local emissions testing, we still need to pay a 145 ticket. We're wondering if that could be waived once we show we put work into trying to register it wrt the light trip permit and the small claims court. Well, anywho.

Anything helps w fees, food, gas, misc needs, etc. Thank you 🌟

Current balances:

Initial goal: 247 ? I guess.

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co-worker: “would you go grab some clean dish rags from the basement?”

me: “don’t you think it’s interesting how leopards, lions, tigers, caracals, and cheetahs actually all lived alongside each other - in Persia, the eastern Mediterranean, Anatolia, Kurdish land, Mesopotamia, and the Indian subcontinent - for almost all of human history, all the way until the early 20th century? in fact, Caspian tigers still lived in Anatolia and the Caucasus up until the 1970s, even roaming as far west as the shores of the Black Sea in Eastern Europe during the medieval era. though popular consciousness might usually think of, say, the lion and cheetah as quote-unquote quintessential ‘African’ species or the tiger as a strictly ‘Asian’ icon, the wider recent historical distribution of these big cats is just one example of how ecology, especially as it was before the environmental degradation of European colonialism, helps demonstrate the arbitrary nature of political borders while helping to break down Orientalist and other xenophobic fantasies including the delineation of some kind of strict ‘West’ and ‘East’ boundary. i mean, to this day, cheetahs still live in Persia near the Caspian Sea, which i don’t see talked about a lot. and after all, if tigers naturally occurred in what we now call ‘Europe’ mere centuries ago, it’s harder to frame Africa or East/South Asia and their emblematic animals as somehow fundamentally exotic.”

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The tiger He destroyed his cage Yes YES The tiger is out

"The Tiger" by Nael, Age 6

Prints

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“The tiger”(2020) based on a poem written by Nael age 6

This piece apparently was never posted here, so I’m fixing that

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shes singing pictures ;_;

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i wouldnt' be too surprised if it wouldn't be too long now before the series 'old enough' is taken off of netflix, for 'depicting child neglect' or some shit.

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ceo of the Real Estate Income Trust, just part of blackstone. the top ceo is stephen a shwarzman

CEO DOWN

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My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.

Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.

Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.

Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.

Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.

Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.

Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.

My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.

After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.

The Right to a Peaceful Life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.

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It's hard to say this without sounding like a right wing dickhead, but the thing about progressive spaces is that they may naturally attract people who are always on the lookout for excuses to start a fight. Like you can find yourself faced with someone whose political outrage is totally justified, and whose humanitarian ideals are right on the money, but simultaneously they are carrying a ton of psychological baggage about being wronged and getting revenge, and they will exploit literally any opportunity to live out this psychodrama with anyone in their line of vision. I have thought of several related anecdotes since I started typing this post, but I'll limit myself to the thing that inspired it, which is that I just visited this ultra-lefty cafe/bike shop/community gathering space where I've heard that the proprietor is constantly in a fight with everyone around her. When I paid for my stuff I noticed that there was no tip option, but I thought I had heard something about this, so I snuck away to look at the website and it made me really glad I didn't ask! I think there should have been a really enticing and exciting way for her to say "I've decided to be the change I want to see in the world, so I'm paying my baristas a full living wage, I'm making sure EVERYONE feels welcome and comfortable here, and I'm selling products I believe in!" -- but instead all the web copy sounded more like "You're either with me or against me, you're a fucking piece of shit asshole if you can't handle the inclusive atmosphere here, and by the way tipping is for fascist cavemen and if you ever try to tip someone you are refusing to relate to them authentically and you are enforcing a dangerous and evil power dynamic that should be purged from human society (so therefore I pay my staff well)." Like everything she stood for was totally agreeable, but why did she have to put it like it was directed at her worst enemy, rather than at the kinds of people she wants to attract? If the word on the street is to be believed, the reason for this posturing is that she spends quite a lot of energy making as many enemies as possible, and she probably likes it that way. I guess I'm just reminding myself, and perhaps others, that while one might think of "politics" as being broadly social and theoretical, no individual can fully separate the political from the intimately personal. Even somebody who seems to want to uplift and protect their fellow humans may be getting some perverse inner satisfaction out of that valiant crusade, and you may never realize it until you find yourself in a confusing fight with them.

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Portland Police killed Damon Lamarr Johnson while in custody.

Our police force are professional lynchers.

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it really is insane how little you hear about "america has the world's highest prison population by such a significant margin that it would be seen as excessively over-the-top if it was used in fiction"

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