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<body class='hmmessage'><div dir='ltr'>That's right, that's all it is, ever has been, and ever will be. If anything was ever so lacking in context, this is it.<br><br><div><hr id="stopSpelling">From: scooterd408@hotmail.com<br>To: thansen@moscow.com<br>Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 14:07:59 -0700<br>CC: vision2020@moscow.com<br>Subject: [Vision2020] WHITE SECURITY STAFFER ACQUITTED OF MURDERING BLACK CONCERT GOER!!<br><br>
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<div dir="ltr">I changed the subject heading to see if it would prompt anyone to pay any increased attention to my original post. If successful, I think I would understand why the media trumpets the whole 'white guy gets away with killing black guy' strategy. Apparently it's an effective marketing to tool in selling news.<br><br><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxnVY37b0ME" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxnVY37b0ME</a><br><br><div><hr id="ecxstopSpelling">From: scooterd408@hotmail.com<br>To: thansen@moscow.com<br>Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 13:36:32 -0700<br>CC: vision2020@moscow.com<br>Subject: Re: [Vision2020] A tribute to...<br><br>
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<div dir="ltr">Correction Mr. Hansen...<br><br>I was referring to verse 5
of the lyrics you posted below. This was the day that the music died on
December 6, 1969 marking the end of the failed experiment of the 1960s
due to too many dope smoking pot heads that comprised the 'generation
lost in space'. I'd encourage you to 'maybe dig a little deeper instead
of constantly shooting from the hip', but there would be an echo in
here
(http://mailman.fsr.com/pipermail/vision2020/2012-December/087985.html)
and I'd be sounding like a broken record. And note that a broken record
in itself could very well be considered 'the day the music died' to someone
somewhere sometime.<br><br>I will now refocus the discussion on the day
that the music died 45 years ago today and my tribute to Meridith Hunter
who I can now see why has been completely and totally forgotten by anyone in the
1960's who spent copious amounts of time breathing in the sweet perfume
at halftime. Oh...and you might consider watching the video I posted. I find it to be rather heartbreaking.<br><br>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Meredith_Hunter<br><br><div><hr id="ecxstopSpelling">Subject: Re: [Vision2020] A tribute to...<br>From: thansen@moscow.com<br>Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 12:10:04 -0800<br>CC: vision2020@moscow.com<br>To: scooterd408@hotmail.com<br><br><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div><span></span></div><div><div>Correction, Mr. Dredge . . .</div><div><br></div><div><b><i>February 3, 1959</i></b> was the "day the music died".</div><div><br></div><div>-------------------------------------</div><div><br><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;">"The Day the Music Died</b>, dubbed so by a lyric in the <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_McLean" title="Don McLean" style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;text-decoration:none;" target="_blank">Don McLean</a>song "<a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Pie_%28song%29" title="American Pie (song)" style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;text-decoration:none;" target="_blank">American Pie</a>", is a reference to the deaths of rock and roll musicians <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Holly" title="Buddy Holly" style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;text-decoration:none;" target="_blank">Buddy Holly</a>, <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ritchie_Valens" title="Ritchie Valens" style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;text-decoration:none;" target="_blank">Ritchie Valens</a>, and <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Big_Bopper" title="The Big Bopper" style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;text-decoration:none;" target="_blank">J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson</a>, in a plane crash near <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clear_Lake%2c_Iowa" title="Clear Lake, Iowa" style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;text-decoration:none;" target="_blank">Clear Lake, Iowa</a>, on February 3, 1959. Pilot <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Peterson_%28pilot%29" title="Roger Peterson (pilot)" style="padding:0px;border:0px;vertical-align:baseline;background-image:none;box-sizing:border-box;text-decoration:none;" target="_blank">Roger Peterson</a> was also killed."</span></div><div><br></div><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Monument at the crash site, September 16, 2003</span></div><div><br></div><div><b>"American Pie" </b>by Don McLean</div><div><br></div><div><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A long, long time ago</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">I can still remember how that music used to make me smile</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And I knew if I had my chance</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">That I could make those people dance</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And maybe they'd be happy for a while</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But February made me shiver</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">With every paper I'd deliver</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Bad news on the doorstep</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">I couldn't take one more step</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I can't remember if I cried</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">When I read about his widowed bride</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">But something touched me deep inside</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The day the music died</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><i style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">[Chorus]</i></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">So bye-bye, Miss American Pie</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Singin' "This'll be the day that I die</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">This'll be the day that I die"</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><i style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">[Verse 1]</i></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Did you write the book of love</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And do you have faith in God above</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">If the Bible tells you so?</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Now do you believe in rock and roll?</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Can music save your mortal soul?</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And can you teach me how to dance real slow?</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Well, I know that you're in love with him</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">You both kicked off your shoes</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Man, I dig those rhythm and blues</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">With a pink carnation and a pickup truck</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">But I knew I was out of luck</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The day the music died</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><i style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">[Chorus]</i></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">I started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Singin' "This'll be the day that I die</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">This'll be the day that I die"</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><i style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">[Verse 2]</i></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Now for ten years we've been on our own</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">But that's not how it used to be</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">When the jester sang for the king and queen</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">In a coat he borrowed from James Dean</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And a voice that came from you and me</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Oh, and while the king was looking down</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The jester stole his thorny crown</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The courtroom was adjourned</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">No verdict was returned</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And while Lenin read a book on Marx</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The quartet practiced in the park</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And we sang dirges in the dark</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The day the music died</div></span></span><div style="text-align:start;"><br></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Singin' "This'll be the day that I die</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">This'll be the day that I die"</div></span></span><div style="text-align:start;"><br></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Helter skelter in a summer swelter</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The birds flew off with a fallout shelter</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Eight miles high and falling fast</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">It landed foul on the grass</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The players tried for a forward pass</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">With the jester on the sidelines in a cast</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now the halftime air was sweet perfume</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">While the sergeants played a marching tune</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">We all got up to dance</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Oh, but we never got the chance</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">'Cause the players tried to take the field</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The marching band refused to yield</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Do you recall what was revealed</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The day the music died?</div></span></span><div style="text-align:start;"><br></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">We started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And singin' "This'll be the day that I die</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">This'll be the day that I die"</div></span></span><div style="text-align:start;"><br></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Oh, and there we were all in one place</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">A generation lost in space</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">With no time left to start again</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Jack Flash sat on a candlestick</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">'Cause fire is the devil's only friend</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Oh, and as I watched him on the stage</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">My hands were clenched in fists of rage</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">No angel born in Hell</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Could break that Satan's spell</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And as the flames climbed high into the night</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">To light the sacrificial rite</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">I saw Satan laughing with delight</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The day the music died</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He was singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And singin' "This'll be the day that I die</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">This'll be the day that I die"</div></span></span><div style="text-align:start;"><br></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">I met a girl who sang the blues</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And I asked her for some happy news</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">But she just smiled and turned away</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">I went down to the sacred store</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Where I'd heard the music years before</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">But the man there said the music wouldn't play</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And in the streets, the children screamed</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The lovers cried and the poets dreamed</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">But not a word was spoken</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The church bells all were broken</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And the three men I admire most</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">They caught the last train for the coast</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">The day the music died</div></span><br style="border:0px none;padding:0px;text-align:center;"></span><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="text-align:center;background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And they were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie</span></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Singin' "This'll be the day that I die</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">This'll be the day that I die.</div></span></span><div style="text-align:start;"><br></div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">They were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie</div></span><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry</div></span><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:start;">Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye</div></span><span style="text-align:center;"><div style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);text-align:start;">And singin' "This'll be the day that I die."</div><div style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);text-align:start;"><br></div><div style="text-align:start;"><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">-------------------------------------</span></div></span></div><div> </div><div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);" target="_blank"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"There's room at the top they are telling you still.</span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,</span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If you want to be like the folks on the hill."</span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">- John Lennon</span></div><div><span style="background-color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><br>On Dec 6, 2014, at 11:25 AM, Scott Dredge <<a href="mailto:scooterd408@hotmail.com">scooterd408@hotmail.com</a>> wrote:<br><br></div><blockquote><div>
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<div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr">Meredith
Hunter. Completely forgotten, he was the sacrificial lamb on the day that the
music died December 6, 1969 - 45 years ago today - at the infamous
Altamont Free Concert in Tracy California. He would now be 63 years old. RIP.<br><br>"Oh, and as I watched him on the stage,<br>My hands were clenched in fists of rage.<br>No Angel born in Hell,<br>Could break that Satan's spell."<br><br>"And as the flames climbed high into the night,<br>To light that sacrificial rite.<br>I saw Satan laughing with delight.<br>The day the music died.<br>He was singing 'Bye, bye Miss American pie...'"<br><br><br>Them Good 'Ol Boys singing 'This will be the day that I die'<br><br><br> </div>
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