Monkey Paw

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Gotta grind the organ again and do my little dance with the tin cup . . . we are a little low again this month so far and that’s why. See the pie chart on the main page, right side column.

We’re not far off – but I figured it’d be (per The Chimp’s father) prudent to mention it before we get too close to the end of the month. 

As you know, EPautos – like most non-corporate/MSM media – depends for its survival almost entirely on the support of readers like you.

Even a site that has a six-figure audience (and we do) only gets pennies per “click” from online ads – and that’s if you’re supine and a Good Boy and do not offend the “guidelines” of the corporate entities which control effectively all online advertising.

This site has offended the guidelines by publishing various verboten things. Such things are, however, the whole point of independent media. If we toe the line and publish only the partei line, we might as well be CNN. But then, you wouldn’t be interested – and I wouldn’t bother.

Another way for an independent media outlet to make money on the down low is to publish “guest posts” written (usually badly) by some hack working for an SEO company, fishing for clicks. I get offers to whore this site out almost every day – and expend much creative effort coming up with fresh ways to tell them to go chew raw fish heads.

Also: There are no pay firewalls here – and won’t ever be. I don’t want to charge anyone to read/post/participate – because I know not everyone can afford to pay and the object of the exercise is to spread the word.

But if you can afford to chip in, I shake the tin cup in your direction.

We need you. But unlike Uncle, I won’t force you – even if I could.

Thanks in advance!

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  1. That reminds me of Inspector Clouseau trying to arrest the blind organ grinder and his panhandling “minkey”, while the bank robbers are making their getaway right behind him, lol!

  2. City girls knockin’ at my shack front door
    “We’ll love you, baby. Don’t you some more?”
    Ooh, ooh, the damage done

    Hit the city lost my calloused country hand
    Saw statist tweedle take another man
    Gone, gone, the damage done

    I sing his song, because I fear the man
    I know my kinfolk will never understand
    Donate blood to keep his zombies from running out

    I’ve seen the tweedle and the damage done
    Tell myself a little part is found in everyone
    But every groupthink junkie’s like a settin’ sun

    Government and the damage done