In the night, we'd run around in the streets
jacked up on life in hell.
Thunder love has struck us again;
we're apparitions of a sinful spell.
Elude the harsh reality of our lives,
we saw tears and tragedy.
We joined a pack of rebel angels at night
like apparitions of an infantry.
Let's get out of here.
I want you to come along.
In the sunless days of war,
I was a young pilot strewing death.
I see tears in frightened eyes;
put them to sleep 'til I was out of breath.
A silhouette of jealousy in the sky,
I took revenge on love nightly.
I'll take a hard look back someday
and deny we're apparitions of sympathy.
-- Sune Rose Wagner (Raveonettes) 2011
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
endless war profiteering
"[T]he insidious increase
in power, and the influence over foreign
policy that the military has, is very dangerous. And maybe in the long run it's even
more dangerous than a coup. Because
what happens is, the power shifts gradually,
and gradually, and incrementally, over to the
war-making side, to where you wake up
one morning and all you're doing is
making war. And you have so many people, from Lockheed Martin to the Congress of
the United States, to the Armed Forces, to
you name it, who are making so much
money off that war-making, that you can't
stop it. That's not a coup, but it is
something worse in my view. It is ultimately
the destruction of our Republic."
-- Colonel Lawrence Wilkerson (U.S Army, retired) 2012 interview
-- Colonel Lawrence Wilkerson (U.S Army, retired) 2012 interview
Labels:
commercialism,
government,
military,
politics,
war
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Minstrel in the Gallery
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes -- observed the spaces between the old mens' cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred -- oblique suggestions -- and he waited.
Then he called the band down to the stage, and he looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking glass -- saw his face in everyone.
-- Ian Anderson / Martin Barre (Jethro Tull) 1975
He met the gazes -- observed the spaces between the old mens' cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred -- oblique suggestions -- and he waited.
Then he called the band down to the stage, and he looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking glass -- saw his face in everyone.
-- Ian Anderson / Martin Barre (Jethro Tull) 1975
Saturday, August 30, 2014
The Problem of Big
So long as there are only two ways to get ahead -- the legitimate way, which leads to earned success, and the illegitimate way, which leads to unearned success or, if things go wrong, to jail -- the system of freedom and responsibility we call democratic capitalism works very well. As a rule, people who make good choices (who work hard, play by the rules, and live within their means) succeed, and people who make bad choices (who don’t work hard, don’t play by the rules, and live beyond their means) fail. This goes for institutions large and small, and for people powerful and weak. The rules for all of us start with the law and, ultimately, the U.S. Constitution.
One of the problems of Big (i.e.: an organization that has reached such a size that its continued existence and success is no longer contingent upon its quality of service) is that it creates a third option: neither obeying the rules nor breaking the rules, but changing the rules as you go. That’s what happens in cronyism, which is in effect legal cheating. [Big] institutions change the rules, so what would have been cheating, and what many people see as cheating, is actually blessed by the state. The transactions of crony capitalism -- campaign contributions on one side, policy changes on the other -- are all perfectly legal.... Big government and its Big partners rob individuals and our nation of freedom, opportunity, and prosperity.
-- Jim DeMint, former US Senator (SC), Falling in Love with America Again (2014) [quote edited]
Friday, August 15, 2014
Lazy Afternoon
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view
But us two
It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trout stop leaping upstream
As we dream
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows
It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet
Except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
-- John Latouche / Jerome Moross (1954)
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view
But us two
It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trout stop leaping upstream
As we dream
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows
It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet
Except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
-- John Latouche / Jerome Moross (1954)
Thursday, July 31, 2014
shock the monkey
fox the fox. rat on the rat
you can ape the ape -- i know about that
there is one thing you must be sure of -- i can't take any more
don't you monkey with the monkey
-- peter gabriel (1982)
you can ape the ape -- i know about that
there is one thing you must be sure of -- i can't take any more
don't you monkey with the monkey
-- peter gabriel (1982)
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Effigy
Where I stand, the winds have always blown
Dust to sand -- the way I've always gone
Where I've been, the dreams that I've been shown
To burn again, to leave it all alone
All these plans are left with all these bones
And all of this, I won't miss. I didn't want it
I never changed, never could
I won't wait, won't see straight for another year on
Shout out in hate -- it's a police state, and I want a way out
I don't want an apology; I want an effigy
-- Kato / Roeser (Urge Overkill) 2011
Dust to sand -- the way I've always gone
Where I've been, the dreams that I've been shown
To burn again, to leave it all alone
All these plans are left with all these bones
And all of this, I won't miss. I didn't want it
I never changed, never could
I won't wait, won't see straight for another year on
Shout out in hate -- it's a police state, and I want a way out
I don't want an apology; I want an effigy
-- Kato / Roeser (Urge Overkill) 2011
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