Yeah, that’s the rub ain’t it twisty, the moment of truth when the crux evades the precept? OH Hutu Hate Radio Télévision Libre des Mille Collines ~~ RTLM Hate Radio Rwanda govmt operated radio…lives, bro  Great for the Tutsis  For you and me too, ‘cause we get to disassociate ourselves from it in meditation  Ooo man! Shame on us few  Micko, somewhere between our evil empire & yours, Lies the even bigger tricks of vile & sarcophagus fodder, more!   But don’t you wish coffin or coffee can in the hands of a friend, better yet mass graves for the partisans   to cheer us up with disassociation from human plunder.  & here in this vile Western place we hope for one more rebirth of wonder?  Yes.  while thousands of our boys are stealthily cartoned, shipped home to mom and dad like  Spartans  While the crunch is on for jus a little more compassionless ire & plow them under  cheese-spread for the mutherfuckers   ‘Stead o playing sax, Don Cheadle has a reason to play Paul Rusesabagina   Because us nihilists have too much to drink and not enough pissed & will-power  percolating  seething   popping at the seams    To take our vitriol to the paragon streets   & force changes to the Grand Guignol gristmills that own and operate us as if everything we once spirited has drained out into plastic containers to be shared by the fat cats in secret vaults under the big banks  none scarier  oh fuckit anymore   So again we roll over and take it in arrears as the smell of flesh burns down in the wells of our EARS, but we hear it over and over again without really listening   why?   As the same old pointless arguments rally on between supposed intelligent people reading.   Mon, I get ur point I think, Mickey, samsara, but what’s the point of anything  EVER  then, geshe?  CAn't even drink from the mountain streams