Coding in the Name Of 
(parody of Rage Against the Machine by SUSE )
Rage Against the Machine is cool, and SUSE Linux is cool… but these two totally unrelated cool things become completely and utterly uncool when they are smooshed together, as evidenced by the above video.
Cast Down (track 05 from the God Hates Us All LP by Slayer )
Despair, emptiness
See the hatred wasted on yourself
Face down, taste the dust
It’s getting harder everyday just to find a reason not to end it all
Suicide on the street
Everywhere around you, watch it breed
It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection
So now you’re wasted, broken down
I see through your ignorance
Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside
Next fix—shoot it up
Looking for the place where God speaks
Every time you find Him, He just stabs you in the back again
No one hears you
You’re society’s infection
I won’t judge when the blood steals life from you
Cast down and thrown away
You are the living dead
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering
This is where the world of money changes nothing!
Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world
The system is failing you just the way it failed me
Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds
America, home of the free:
Land of fucking disenchantment
Despair, emptiness
Isolation rapes you everyday
Face down, taste the dust
Digging deeper in your grave
Haven’t found reason
Haven’t found a thing to live for
Godless, He doesn’t care how you choose to destroy yourself
In a world that feeds on hate you’re left here just to waste away
In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland
No one hears you
You’re society’s infection
I won’t judge when the blood steals life from you
No one sees you
You’re society’s infection
I won’t judge when the blood steals life from you
Cast down and thrown away
You are the living dead
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering
This is where the world of money changes nothing!
Over the last eight years, a number of Bay Area highways refreshed their Adopt-A-Highway signs with statements like FRIENDS OF BARACK OBAMA. For right-wingers, I can’t help but wonder if these read very much like: ATTENTION REPUBLICANS: IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO TURN AROUND.
Word on the street (or highway, har har) is that in January, when Barack Obama exits the White House, the signs will be changed to the following:
While a statement such as SWORN ENEMIES OF TRUMP may seem extreme to people unfamiliar with life in the Bay Area, the gentleman who flew a Nazi flag over his San Francisco residence following the election of Donald Trump would probably prefer it if these signs were less subtle in their delivery. I’m guessing something along the lines of DONALD TRUMP IS THE REINCARNATION OF ADOLF HITLER!!!11 would more accurately reflect his temperment.
And oh yeah… where the hell did this guy get a Nazi flag from so quickly after the election?!? Did a Chic Wehrmacht Boutique open recently in the Castro district or something?
Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer (single by Elmo & Patsy )
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe
She had been drinking too much eggnog and we begged her not to go
But she forgot her medication and she staggered out the door into the snow
When we found her Christmas morning at the scene of the attack
She had hoof-prints on her forehead and incriminating Claus-marks on her back
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe
Now we’re all so proud of grandpa, he has been taking this so well
See him in there watching football, drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel
It’s not Christmas without Grandma, all the family’s dressed in black
And we just can’t help but wonder: should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe
Now the goose is on the table and the pudding made of fig
And the blue and silver candles that would just have matched the hair on grandma’s wig
I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors, better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe