Saturday, April 01, 2006

Dead......but not forgotten

"Pardon me?"

"The Pusher"

You know I smoked a lot of grass, Oh Lord
And I popped a lot of pills
But I've never touched nothing
That my spirit could kill
You know I see a lot of people walkin' round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
If you live or if you die
God damn on the pusher
God damn, hey hey, the pusher
I said God damn
God damn the pusher man

You know the dealer
The dealer is a man
With lots of grass in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Good God, he's my natural man
The dealer, oh nickel Lord,
sells you lots of sweet dreams
But the pusher takes your body
And he leaves your mind to screen
God damn the pusher
God damn
God damn the pusher
I said God damn God, God damn the pusher man

When if I were the president of this land
I'd declare total war on the pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands and
I'd shoot him if he run
I'd kill him with my Bible
And my razor and my gun
God damn
Oh, the pusher
God damn the pusher
I said God damn
God damm the pusher man
So what does Casper Weinberger have to do with the pusher man? Well, Casper was a very influential person with many friends in high places and it wouldn't be fair for his recent passing away to go without noting.
He and his friends have a very rich and important place in history and so without further delay, lets let poet Allen Ginsberg tell his and their stories.............

CIA Dope Calypso
by Allen Ginsberg, 1972

In nineteen hundred forty-nine
China was won by Mao Tse-tung
Chiang Kai Shek's army ran away
They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday

Supported by the CIA
Pushing junk down Thailand way

First they stole from the Meo Tribes
Up in the hills they started taking bribes
Then they sent their soldiers up to Shan
Collecting opium to send to The Man

Pushing junk in Bangkok yesterday
Supported by the CIA

Brought their jam on mule trains down
To Chiang Mai that's a railroad town
Sold it next to the police chief's brain
He took it to town on the choochoo train
Trafficking dope to Bangkok all day
Supported by the CIA

The policeman's name was Mr. Phao
He peddled dope grand scale and how
Chief of border customs paid
By Central Intelligence's U.S. aid

The whole operation, Newspapers say
Supported by the CIA

He got so sloppy and peddled so loose
He busted himself and cooked his own goose
Took the reward for the opium load
Seizing his own haul which same he resold

Big time pusher for a decade turned grey
Working for the CIA

Touby Lyfong he worked for the French
A big fat man liked to dine & wench
Prince of the Meos he grew black mud
Till opium flowed through the land like a flood

Communists came and chased the French away
So Touby took a job with the CIA

The whole operation fell in to chaos
Till U.S. intelligence came in to Laos

I'll tell you no lie I'm a true American
Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosavan

All them Princes in a power play
But Phoumi was the man for the CIA

And his best friend General Vang Pao
Ran the Meo army like a sacred cow
Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's bars
In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars

It started in secret they were fighting yesterday
Clandestine secret army of the CIA

All through the Sixties the dope flew free
Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshall Ky
Air America followed through
Transporting comfiture for President Thieu

All these Dealers were decades and yesterday
The Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIA

Operation Haylift Offisir Wm Colby
Saw Marshall Ky fly opium Mr. Mustard told me
Indochina desk he was Chief of Dirty Tricks
"Hitch-hiking" with dope pushers was how he got his fix

Subsidizing the traffickers to drive the Reds away
Till Colby was the head of the CIA

N.S.A. Dope Calypso, February 1990

Mexcity drugstore table, giant sexfiend in black spats
Sticks knife in a plump faggot's sportscoat seam;
at Teotihuacan in blue sunlight, I slap my blond nephew
got lost on the Moon Pyramid.

Richard Secord and Oliver North
Hated Sandinistas whatever they were worth
They peddled for the Contras to ease their pain
The couldn't sell Congress so Contras sold Cocaine

They discovered Noriega only yesterday
Nancy Reagan & the CIA

New York on the stairway, the dumbed
whitefaced Junkie pulls a knife
and stares -- the victim
gasps, "oh come off it" & a sixpack
of cokebottles
bounces down worn black steps, in
Vietnam plastic fire
Streams down phantom cheeks
sprayed over planet television --

Milian told Congress three million coke bucks
Went to Felix Rodriguez CIA muck-a-muck
To give to the Contras only Hush Hush Hush
Except for Donald Gregg & his boss George Bush

It was buried in the papers only yesterday
When Bush was Drug Czar, USA

Adrenalin runs in armpits from Los Angeles
to Paris, Harlem & Cannes
explode, Sunset Strip & Sorbonne
are crowded with angels
armed with gasmasks and Acid,
& Angry Democrats gather in Chicago
fantasizing armies running
thru Sewers sprayed with Mace.

Now Felix met Bush in his office many times
They didn't talk business, drank lemon & limes
Or maybe drank coffee or smoked a cigarette
But cocaine traffic they remembered to forget

It was buried in the papers on yesterday
With Bush Vice President, USA

I walk up Avenida Juarez, over
cobbled shadows, blue tiled streetlamps
lighting Sanborns' arcades, behind me violent
chic fairy gangsters with bloody hands
hustle after midnight to cut my throat from
its beard.

Now coke and grass were exchanged for guns
On a border airfield that John Hull runs
Or used to run till his Costa Rican bust
As a CIA spy trading Contra coke dust

It was featured in the papers only yesterday
And Bush is in the White House of the USA

N.S.A. Dope Calypso
Additional Verses

Ramon Milian Rodriguez of Medallin Cartel
Laundered their dollars he did it very well
Hundreds of billions through US banks
Till he got busted and sang in the tank

It was buried in the papers only yesterday
When Bush was Drug Czar, USA

When Bush was director of the C.I.A.
Panama traffic in Coke was gay
You never used the hear George Bush holler
When Noriega laundered lots of Cocaine dollar

Bush paid Noriega, used to work together
They sat on a couch & talked about the weather

Then Noriega doublecrossed The Company
Like a crack head bum on Avenue D
So when he got in the bit White House
Bush said Noriega was a Cocaine louse

The Cold War ended, East Europe found hope,
The U.S. got hooked in a war on dope.

Glastnost came, East Europe got free,
So Bush sent his army to Panama City.
Bush's guns in Panama did their worst
Like Coke fiends fighting on St. Mark's & First

Does Noriega know Bush's Company Crimes
In 2000 A.D. read the New York Times.

So that's the history of old "cap" and his buddies, but's not over yet! We still have the present. And the beat goes on.

Consortium News Archive........Contra Crack Series



At 4/01/2006 3:31 PM, Blogger beachblogger said...

if there were no crime we wouldn't need any police would we?

"get a job hurting other people. there will always be someone willing to pay you to hurt someone else." Frank Zappa


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