BILLINGSGATE POST: By The Platters:
When the twilight is gone and no songbirds are singing
When the twilight is gone you come into my heart
And here in my heart you will stay while I pray…
That no more f*cking drones come my way.
As anyone who has ever been attacked by a drone knows, it’s not the fact that someone is trying to smit your ass big time that is most bothersome; it’s the anonymity of the attacker: Some bug eyed pencil-neck geek getting his jollies off by pushing a button thousands of miles away, laughing his ass off while Dr. B heads for the round house so they can’t corner him there.
Also bothersome - in the background - some Mormon guy with a white shirt and black tie singing the Agency fight song:
A rooty toot toot
A rooty toot toot
We are the boys from the Institute.
We don’t smoke or drink or chew.
And we don’t go with girls that do.
Solo falsetto fade-out: “Our Agency won a Bible.”
Dr. Slim: “You drone the Doctor. Someone gotta pay.”
Dirty: “Yo, Dr. Dude. It’s buried in Biden’s Bilk America Bill.
