Actually saw something much like this in an Orwellian dream I had last night. Basically, it was me and a ragtag, fugitive band of lounge singers against the totaliarian gov't. No offense to Mr. Seger; his inoffensive face just happened to be the one on all the posters lining the tall, cold stone walls of oppression -- oppression against what, exactly, I have no idea.

I think his party slogan was something like ONLY COWBOYS RIDE AGAINST THE WIND.

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