It's 1971 all over again, and since I'm the white oppressor, lemme tell you how it's gonna shake out.

First up is a 1971 flick called "The Hospital" starring George C. Scott as a boozy suicidal doctor, who confronts his demons in a derelict NYC hospital. He hates everything, and the apathy of his wife and children are driving him batty. He's raging, impotent, and smart; not an easy combination to pull off. He's almost rescued from the morass by stone British fox Diana Rigg, whom he balls after she keeps him from offing himself, but he's still a mess, and nothing is resolved. Movies didn't always suck; check it out so you too can understand this.

The other 1971 piece of entertainment is the above pictured record, The Move's outstanding Message from the Country. Jeff Lynne did not need a cello to rock, he just needed Roy Wood around to tell him when to shut the fuck up. What a great record; the title track rules, and there are a few riots on side 2.

I'm gonna read some Harold Robbins novels to complete this vicious cycle. Support the Equal Rights Amendment, save the whales, and free Angela Davis.