From the trenches of life true education is born; within the very constitution of the transcendent soul of humanity we find toil and sweat and struggle. No institution will give us life, and so our lives are owed to no institution.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Parody on American Response to bin Laden Murder
Guilty cuz W said he is, goddammit, and cuz we spent one helluva lotta muny and kild a whole lotta people too. dumped his carcass in the sea, no questions asked, and sure as hell none answered. just turn on the news, they'll tell ya what ya need ta know. don't need no stinkin' inturnashunal crimnal court, we're Amerikun.
American Hysteria ad nauseam
One Way Church Street America Pouring Beer Draped in Flags Sieg Heil Peace is War Ignorance is History Minus Education with Degree Sold Out Bought Paid For Head Down to the Consumer Trough and Get Me Some of That Million Dollar Sports Hero ...Super No One Failed State Blood Oil Bloodlust War Machine Caterpillar Boeing XE Haliburton Prison State Institutional Racism Child Murder Assassination Pride Nationalism Drunk War Two Day Synagogue Alley Pakistan Spilled Blood Fallen out Medal Praise Who War is Peace Knowledge isn't Education Plus Ignorance without Papers Bought In Zero Pataca Gladiator Yes None Succeed One Adult Love Diplomacy Humanity Sober Resource Indigenous Hope Help Hurt Lost Found Given Lost Taken Bring it Back Never Was Should Have Been Might Not Be Never Been Will Go Inside Out Eternity Finite God Atheistic Holy War Regurgitate Parrot Speak Silence Cry Out Knees Bent Fallen Up Stare Sky Pour Reign Royal Death Wedding Divorce Widowed Bride Bloody Groom Dark Side Deaf Moon Soil Genetic Demon Seed Plant Uproot Despotic Peasant Field Disgraced Child Bring Back Truth From the Sacred Burial Ground
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Or Forever Hold Your Peace
If you have a mind, use it.
If you have a heart, open it.
If you have a voice, let it be heard.
If you have a heart, open it.
If you have a voice, let it be heard.
Suffer the Children
Your child or mine, wrong knows no time, days never end, once the suffering begins.
Vestige
Once taken now we are, upon light stripped away
To mourning, distant, pleading, dark surrendered day
Fine, yet finite prism, is rape of choice bereaved
In anguish there to languish upon shores of the deceived
There an empty fading which death cannot attend
Beyond the shelter twilight is hope around the bend
A road never travelled in this our mortal creed
A vestige crumbling world’s birth I do not need
To mourning, distant, pleading, dark surrendered day
Fine, yet finite prism, is rape of choice bereaved
In anguish there to languish upon shores of the deceived
There an empty fading which death cannot attend
Beyond the shelter twilight is hope around the bend
A road never travelled in this our mortal creed
A vestige crumbling world’s birth I do not need
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