It bled out on the floor of a Memphis hotel balcony,

And on the pantry floor of a bourgeois LA hotel in the spring and summer of '68

The bastards that took their lives ensured that the war in Vietnam would rage for another seven years.

They also ensured that the neglect of ghettos and reservations would continue unabated for another fifty years.

They killed our only palpable chance to end the war on drugs and the bipartisan mass incarceration of minorities for profit.

They paved the way for the bloodthirsty paranoia of tricky dick that would in its turn infest body politic for generations to come in true American "Fascion"

Our collective cognition was hijacked in broad daylight.

In the eyes of the corporate state we are worth no more than the weight of our meta data.

Privacy is dead and you are a bonafide commodity.

It wasn't always that way. But it's been that way for awhile.

With the premiere of "The Great American Fascion Show" we are set to expose the gnarled roots of corporate fascism.

For our first installment, we will present to you, The Ballad of Smedley Butler. Part 1.