http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEaucX-r2qI

I think Koh193 is off the mark on some of his imagery herein,

but the song rings true to me everyday, rings and rings and rings and rings. 

Anybody who wants to call Reg an anti-Semite,  cast the first stone at me 'cause

I think I get his point.   & it’s not about anti-people of whatever spiritual credo, it’s

about the high courts of the land…and their trains of bejeweled & tax redempt-fabric,

the movers and shakers with the big hats  who crucify life and deify death and magnify

for sake of self, and petrify for sake of sorrow,  and personify the worst ills ~~ packgd

as something else but stink is stink  even if it’s high-end stench with robes and scepters. 

There’s...a carpet that one might kneel on in humble prayer  or basic love and respect

for creation, and there’s one or more who stand at the head of the carpet and claim

 to be landed gentry of any given dogma or the like:   well, rubbish to 21^st Century

Nobility…that is a far-far cry from true nobleness; nobleness that is gracious and

decent and lionhearted and gallant of spirit   and of the people more than of the purse. 

If my forefathers were around, they would stomp a mudhole in some so-called leadership

ass, both here and abroad (money grubbin pricks, every one. & it doesn’t need to be that way.)   

I cannot imagine a Jewish celebration not worth attending,  ...unless it’s a $2K a plate foray into man-

ipulative madness and moot elder statesman-

ship in the 21^st Century compost we

bemoan to call our now.

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(…or not, I’m just as full-o-shit as the next guy)

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 Too Much Rope by Roger Waters

When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at you companions
And test the water of their friendship
With your toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car
Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
And last night on TV
A Vietnam vet
Takes his beard and his pain
And his alienation twenty years
Back to Asia again
Sees the monsters they made
In formaldehyde floating 'round
Meets a gook on a bike
A good little tyke
A nice enough guy
With the same soldier's eyes
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
That it moves me so much
Why all the fuss
It's only two humans being
It's only two humans being
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tender TV
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn in our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up

 

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(Whenever one man occupies another’s land, the hand of doom is busy.)