Thursday, July 07, 2005

A Small Change In Venue

I sure love to rant. And that’s the real reason I haven’t posted much here. Some of you might remember the previous incarnation of this blog. It was rant after rant, all based on news of the day.

After a number of posts, I wondered, was this a real form of communication? Am I really saying anything useful? I also realized there was no cathartic effect in writing the pieces I was writing. I was just becoming increasingly angry. So why the heck was I doing that?

There’s plenty of stuff going on to get angry about. We have criminals leading two major nations, that are slaughtering people for profit. The multinationals are stripping the US, UK and Australia clean before the oil and gas run out. There is absolutely no local planning going on that I can see to account for upcoming shortages.

So why worry. Bend like the willow. Become one with the wind and wind shall not harm you… Well, sounds good. And actually it is decent advice. But it can be tough to follow after being knocked around a little. But I have a lot of respect for Sun Tzu and the old masters. Their wisdom is universal and timeless.

So I’m henceforth going to make an effort to post more. I’m also going to make an effort to post less angry pieces. Much of what I want to say, I’ve said many times on other forums. After all a calm and rational mind is better able to adapt to changing circumstances.

But I will comment on news of the day, and I’ll comment on gardening, music and whatever else comes to mind. If I happen to get off my lazy butt and do something useful, I may very well write about that also.
“So it goes” – Frank Vonnegut jr.

P.S.
Ken Kifer, you're still missed.

Brave New Day

Brave New Day
Words by Jack Dingler
Sung to the Tune of ‘Rare Oul’ Times’

We burned down old Fallujah, gave them rubble and decay.
And in the death and glory, gave them a brand new day.
For to give them dreams of freedom, we must take their lives away.
That is how we do things, in this brave new day.

Chorus
For freedom is only slavery, the truth composed of lies.
And with every person we learn to hate, we learn to die inside.

We argue and we bicker, we shout our words of hate.
And while we kill for Jesus, we’re consumed by our debates.
We started out to save the world, and save them from themselves.
Now we keep on fighting, to glorify ourselves.

We gave them a puppet government, then declared them free.
And every one that disagrees, dies in a shooting spree.
We’re going to give them liberty, and a democracy.
And few people that we know today, can tell us what that means.

Chorus
For freedom is only slavery, the truth composed of lies.
And with every person we learn to hate, we learn to die inside.

And back here in America, the land of the free.
Our livelihoods are being sold, to interests overseas.
With no new trades to take their place, no new things to learn,
The land and people living here, have no other place to turn.

For in a war economy, we must sacrifice.
And give up hopes and freedoms, to support and win the fight.
And as our debts mount higher, while our jobs they disappear.
I can’t help but wonder, what it is we fear.

Chorus
For freedom is only slavery, the truth composed of lies.
And with every person we learn to hate, we learn to die inside.

And when the war is over, and our boys return to stay.
What will they find they were fighting for, what will we have to say?
With bodies torn and ragged, with their innocence stripped away.
What will they think as they learn to live, in their brave new day?

Chorus
For freedom is only slavery, the truth composed of lies.
And with every person we learn to hate, we learn to die inside.