We gon' burn this mutha out...

We gon' burn this mutha out.

Ahhhh the good old days of disco. Thirty years ago there was no wild fire season. There was no such thing as a fire being 130,000 acres one day--like the one in Yosemite--and doubling in size overnight. And who knew that our own poop would be the cause of such disaster. Who could've guessed that science would be ridiculed and dismissed.

We danced. Not a care in the world.

The last thing to worry about was boring politics or the demise of our democracy. Politicians were as slimy as ever but you felt that most of them had the country's best interests at heart. Even Nixon was an honest crook.

No, our rights were unquestionable, inalienable even. Why if there was unfairness, people could take to the streets and protest. There was no such thing as a free speech zone. We had rights. Like privacy. No camera on every corner--on every highway lightpole, every business.


The roof the roof the roof is on fire! We don't need no water let the mutha,!?;#r burn!

Keep dancing just keep dancing.

Shake your groove thang shake your groove thang yeah yeah.