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David Prosperi (birthdate) is an American public relations and communications strategist. Prosperi served as a press aide in the 1980 election for Ronald Reagan. Upon Reagan's election to the presidency, Prosperi served as an Assistant Press Secretary to the president. During the attempted assassination of Ronald Reagan, Prosperi was the first person to notify the White House by calling them from a payphone in the lobby of the Washington Hilton Hotel.

Early life and education
Prosperi was born in Chicago, Illinois and raised in Elmhurst, Illinois. He graduated from York High School before attending Illinois State University, eventually transferring to The University of Illinois. He graduated with a BS in Business Administration in 1975. He later earned a Masters in International Business from George Washington University in 1983. Prosperi also completed a management and leadership program for senior government managers at the Harvard Kennedy School at Harvard University.

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You will not be able to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and,

skip out for beer during commercials,

because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox

in 4 parts without commercial interruptions.

The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon

blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and

Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the

Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods

and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.

The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.

The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner,

because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May

pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,

or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.

NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being

run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.

There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkins

strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green

liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving

For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction

will no longer be so damned relevant, and

women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane

on Search for Tomorrow because Black people

will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news

and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists

and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.

The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,

Francis Scott Keys, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones,

Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message

about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.

You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom,

a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.

The revolution will not go better with Coke.

The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.

The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,

will not be televised, will not be televised.

The revolution will be no re-run brothers;

The revolution will be live.