Libertarian Socialism

Black Sabbath

by Henry Rollins

So much litter out of place
It's time to put it in its place
A mind is a terrible thing
A dream is flashing like a polished weapon in my mind
To the summer ambulance
Siren songs
The two girls
Drunk
Fighting outside the club
Broken glass under the crime lights
Fuck these streets
And the bastards who put them here
All these experements
Like how much blood it will take to drown you
And while I know
That I am a hero in the making
A walking legend
Superstar status is my domain
If I had a car big enough
I would drive all of you right off the edge
But there is not the time to play games
I walk the streets looking at you
Listening to you living your garbage cowboy coward fantasy
This place is going to look alot different
After I get done decorating
Too bad you wont be here to see it
I am an angel
I am a sloider
I am on a mission
No one knows but me
The streets talk to me
The sidewalk looks up at me and makes faces
It mocks me
When I breath in the stench fills me
Tries to consume me
Tries to destroy me
It will not destroy me
I am here to clear the air
Look at this place
Look at the filth
Look at the decadence
It forces you to pick a side
Either you destroy it or you become it
Every moment of the day it stares you in the face
Taunting you
Destroying you
And you let it
Tag
You're it
You're shit
It's too late for spiritual awakening
Fuck that hippie shit
It's too late for social change
You can't educate a flock of sheep
Can't you see that's what they want
They want you to turn away
They want you to lie down
Like a lamb for the slaughter
Like a chump for the sellout
There will be no revolution
There will be no uprising
There will be no race war
How could anyone be that stupid?
How could anyone believe that bullshit?
What a joke
I know a lot about jokes
I see them all the time
I spent years with some living jokes
You should see them now
Fat
Stoned
Cowards
Living death
Men of action turned into weak pieces of shit
They could get my repect again
If they shot themselves in the head
At night I walk the streets
I take mental notes
I take inventory
The filth
The garbage
The stench
Liers
Freaks
Clowns
My mission becomes clear to me
My life focuses into a laser beam
My purpose
My life
My vision is pure napalm
I am here to clean
There is only one way to clean
You have ot incinerate
You must cleanse with fire
You must turn disease with ash
Or it still lives
Things have gone too far
The strong are destroyed by the weak
Decadence has set a precedent
It has become a way of life
Not the way of my life
Shit is shit
I am here to burn it
Can't you see?
I am beyond your timid lying morality
I don't believe in equality
That is to say
That I don't think that if you're alive
That's all you need to get by
The man who sells drugs
Is not equal to me
The man who rapes his son is not equal to me
They cannot hide
Guilt trips will not shield them from me
I don't believe in human rights
I think you have grown fat and evil
Hiding behind your your human rights
Reveling in filth
The balance must be brought back
When I walk the streets in my neighbourhood
Drunks come staggering from bars
Guns go off
Police helicopters fly above
Yet nothing happens
Some show
Lets cut the drama
Get rid of the display
The ritual is nowhere
It's hollow
The nights are made of tin
Cheap
Bitter death
I will show you my world
I will bring it home
My beauty
The summer nights of fire and truth
Can you see it?
A dark hot night
The whine of engines from above
The tree line explodes in fire orange
The air fills with the smell of gasoline
The air strike
Like a flower erupting in rapid birth
Filth turned to ash
So beautiful
Decadence lies bleeding
As I walk and plan
I hear angels singing
Black Sabbath songs
The soles of my shoes are thick
Keeps the blood and urine at a distance
The mind I occupy is iron
My time is now
I see them
Maybe it is you who I see
Singing the song of the looser
Your endless, diseased song
The end is coming
And I am the one who is bringing it
I am the punch line
I will defoliate before it's too late
You spend millions on rehabilitation
How big does a lie have to get before even you can no longer avoid it?
You shit in you bed
You wait for someone to come
And clean it up
Well here I am
Ready to throw out the baby with the bathwater

Worldwide Suicide

I felt the earth on Monday
It moved beneath my feet
In the form of a morning paper
Laid out for me to see
I saw his face in the corner picture
I recognized the name
Could not stop staring at the
Face I'd never see again

It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over?
It's the same every day in a hell man-made
What can be saved, and who will be left to hold her?

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

Medals on a wooden mantle
Next to a handsome face
That the president took for granted
Writing checks that others pay
And in all the madness
Thought becomes numb and naive
So much to talk about and
Nothing for to say

It's the same everyday and the wave won't break
Tell you to pray, while the devil's on their shoulder
Laying claim to the take that soldiers save
Does not equate, and the truth's already out there

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

Looking in the eyes of the fallen
You got to know there is another, another, another, another, another...
Way

It's a shame to awake in a world of pain
What does it mean when a war has taken over?
It's the same everyday and the wave won't break
Tell you to pray, while the devil's on their shoulder

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

The whole world...
World over...
Yeah, it's a world wide suicide

Psychology meets Religion

REFLECTIONS ON MY PUBLIC DIALOG WITH THE DALAI LAMA

Aaron T. Beck, M.D.

Göteborg June 13, 2005

Judy Beck and I met with the Dalai Lama initially in his private drawing room in the hotel for an informal discussion a couple of hours prior to the actual public dialog. Also attending were Paul Salkovskis, Astrid Beskow, and a number of his own representatives, including his long-time interpreter. Initially, I presented His Holiness with a copy of Life magazine from 1959, which had a cover picture of him receiving bouquets from his American supporters after his escape from Tibet to the United States. He seemed pleased to see this much younger picture of himself. I also presented him with a hard copy of Prisoners of Hate. He seemed taken by the title, which epitomized his own view that hatred imprisons the people who experience it. He then remarked that there must be six billion prisoners in the world!

On a personal level, I found him charismatic, warm, engaging, and very attentive to what I had to say. At the same time, he seemed to maintain an objective detachment not only with me but also with the members of the entourage. He also impressed me with his wit and wisdom and his ability to capture the nuances of very complex issues.

The dialog was held at the Göteborg Convention Center with about 1400 attendees at the International Congress of Cognitive Psychotherapy. In keeping with his expressed wish, I started the dialog. I began to recite the dozen or so main points of similarity between Tibetan Buddhism and cognitive therapy (listed below). After I recited four or five similarities, he interrupted with the statement that they were as many items as he could absorb at one time.

My main challenge in the dialog was to inform him about the cognitive approach to human problems without in any way taking away from the broad philosophy and psychology of Buddhism. My strategy was to find appropriate points in his discourse where I could introduce cognitive concepts that were relevant in some way to his train of thought. I tried to represent the cognitive approach as a valid system or discipline in its own right that overlapped but also was complimentary to Buddhism. I also had to be conscious of my choice of words. Although His Holiness is quite fluent in speaking English, he is not familiar with more technical words, especially those for which there are no Tibetan equivalents. For example, he used the term “negative thoughts,” which I repeated in preference to the more technical (and precise) cognitive terms, such as self-defeating thoughts or dysfunctional cognitions.

Among the points that I brought up, which he then expanded on from his own vantage point, were that both systems use the mind to understand and cure the mind. Acceptance and compassion were key similarities. Also, in both systems, we try to help people with their overattachment to material things and symbols (of success, etc., something we call “addiction”). I gave a case example of a depressed scientist who was so attached to success (in this case, specifically winning a Nobel Prize) that he excluded everything else in his life, including his family. I had used a typical cognitive strategy to give the patient perspective. In the course of a single session, he changed his beliefs and got over his depression (at least temporarily). The Dalai Lama’s response to this anecdote was, “You should get the Nobel Prize for Peace.”

Another point that I brought up was our distinction between pain and suffering. I suggested that much of people’s suffering is based on the fact that they identify themselves with the pain. People who are able to separate (“distance”) themselves from the pain and view it more objectively had significantly less distress (as pointed out by Tom Sensky’s group in London). His Holiness seemed taken with this concept and then said in an amusing way that maybe he could use this notion to help himself with his chronic itch. (This half-serious comment, of course, evoked a large amount of laughter from the audience.) He later referred to cognitive therapy as similar to “analytical meditation.”

I asked His Holiness how he thought that his message could really take root in the world. He then expanded on his ideas that education had to be the answer. He also expressed his own philosophy, which he described as secular ethics. Although people of different faiths could embrace the values that he expressed, such as total acceptance of all living things, he did not feel that religion was a necessary instrument for this. He appeared to echo what is also the essence of the cognitive approach, namely self-responsibility rather than depending on some external force to inspire ethical standards. Since I believe that CT also regards unethical and morally destructive behavior as a cognitive problem and thus would advocate a “cognitive morality,” I later was able to get this point across but in different words. When he asked me for my view of human nature, I responded that I agreed that people were intrinsically good but that the core of goodness was so overlaid with layer after layer of “negative thoughts” that one had to remove the layers for the goodness to emerge. He expressed the belief that positive thinking (focusing on positive and good things) was the way to neutralize the negative in human nature. My position was that the best way to reach this goal was to pinpoint the thinking errors and correct them. After we concluded the dialog, Paul Salkovskis gave an outstanding summation of the topics that we had covered.

Since Astrid Beskow (the prodigious organizer of the event) discovered that by coincidence this was his birthday, there was a short birthday celebration during which he was then given a large bouquet. He then gave Astrid, Paul, and myself a Buddhist prayer shawl. I later learned from an intermediary that he enjoyed the dialog and that he would think about several points that I raised.

All in all, it was a thrilling experience for me and, from what I heard from several of the attendees, also for the audience.

From my readings and discussions with His Holiness and other Buddhists, I am struck with the notion that Buddhism is the philosophy and psychology closest to cognitive therapy and vice versa. Below is a list of similarities that I suggested to the Dalai Lama in our private meeting. Of course, there are many strategies we use such as testing beliefs in experiments and formulating the case that are not part of the Buddhist approach.

SIMILARITIES BETWEEN COGNITIVE THERAPY AND BUDDHISM

I. Goals Serenity, Peace of Mind, Relief of Suffering

II. Values

(1) Importance of Acceptance, Compassion, Knowledge, Understanding

(2) Altruism vs. Egoism

(3) Universalism vs. Groupism: “We are one with all humankind.”

(4) Science vs. Superstition

(5) Self-responsibility

III. Causes of Distress:

(1) Egocentric biases leading to excessive or inappropriate anger, envy, cravings, etc. (the “toxins”) and false beliefs (“delusions”)

(2) Underlying self-defeating beliefs that reinforce biases.

(3) Attaching negative meanings to events.

IV. Methods:

(1) Focus on the Immediate (here and now)

(2) Targeting the biased thinking through

(a) Introspection, (b) Reflectiveness, (c) Perspective-taking, (d) Identification of “toxic” beliefs, (e) Distancing, (f) Constructive experiences, (g) Nurturing “positive beliefs”

(3) Use of Imagery

(4) Separating distress from pain

(5) Mindfulness training

SAID and ISLAM

Enlightened views of reality are much needed today. Thus the need for alternative press and non-mainstream media. That said here is a link to COUNTERPUNCH.


In the news today American Exceptionalism has reared it's ugly head once again in Bush's reaffirmation of U.S.'s First Strike Policy.

Afghanistan the Narco-State

Bumper crop of illicit opium expected in Afghanistan this year: UN survey

Daniel Cooney

Canadian Press

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

KABUL (AP) - Cultivation of opium poppies has increased in large areas of Afghanistan, raising fears there could be another bumper crop this year, a government and UN survey said.

Widespread eradication of poppies is needed in the coming months leading up to harvest time in the world's top producer of opium and its derivative, heroin, officials warned Monday.

Farmers are planting more opium poppies than last year in 13 provinces, while cultivation levels are stable in 16 provinces and have dropped in only three, the Ministry of Counternarcotics and the UN Office on Drugs and Crime said in a statement.

"We are concerned about these trends," UNODC representative Doris Buddenberg said.

But Counternarcotics Minister Habibullah Qaderi said he was optimistic that widespread eradication and programs encouraging poppy farmers to switch to legal crops would cause illegal cultivation to drop by year's end.

The survey was carried out in December and January, the start of the poppy growing season, it said. Another survey will be done at the end of the season in autumn.

Afghanistan is the source of nearly 90 per cent of the world's opium and heroin, even though the international community has pumped hundreds of millions of dollars into eradication campaigns since the Taliban was ousted by a U.S.-led invasion in 2001.

News of the increased cultivation comes after last year's drop major drop in the number of hectares used to grow poppies, according to separate surveys by the United Nations and the U.S. State Department.

Monday's survey said there were dramatic increases in poppy cultivation in seven provinces, including Helmand in the south, where about 3,000 British soldiers are being deployed later this year to combat a rising Taliban-led insurgency and the drug trade.

The Taliban discouraged the poppy trade when it was in power. However, western officials say the rebels are believed to be partially funded by the narco-gangs and have warned that they will attack government forces if they eradicate opium poppies in the region.

Afghanistan's current government has been criticized for not being tough enough on the burgeoning drugs trade amid warnings the country is fast becoming a "narco-state."

A number of senior government and police officials and former warlords are suspected of involvement in the business.

Qaderi said hundreds of hectares of poppies already had been cleared.

"This is already showing results in some provinces, and I believe we can expect to see it have an impact on cultivation levels elsewhere in the country as the campaign and the year progresses," he said.

Buddenberg cautioned against expectations that the drug trade can be quickly curtailed.

"Counternarcotics is a long-term process, which must be based first of all on an overall development approach, and this takes a long time," she said.

"Such an approach must also be coupled with law enforcement, to go after those who control the drug business."

Drug Agents Target Afghan Poppy Crop

By JIM KRANE Associated Press Writer
© 2006 The Associated Press

KABUL, Afghanistan — Springtime is on the way and already hundreds of farmers are tending pale green shoots of Afghanistan's chief crop and economic mainstay: opium poppies.

It looks to be a bumper year. Some 320,000 acres are currently blanketed in rows of dandelion-like sprouts that eventually produce almost 90 percent of the world's heroin.

But drug agents are counterattacking. An army of 500 tractor-driving Afghans hopes to plow the plants under before producers grow powerful enough to corrupt the country's fledgling government.

"There's going to be a continuous effort in spring and summer," U.S. Army Lt. Gen. Karl Eikenberry, the top American commander in Afghanistan, said in an interview Tuesday with The Associated Press.

When the Taliban ran Afghanistan, its leader enforced an effective ban on poppy growing under threat of jail. As a result, cultivation dropped to practically nothing in 2000.

But Afghan and Western counternarcotics officials say the hardline Taliban militia fighting the U.S.-backed government is now implicated in the trade and uses the proceeds to help fund its insurgency.

The dramatic increase in poppy cultivation since U.S. forces ousted the Taliban from power in late 2001 has caused alarm in the West, particularly Europe, the destination of most of the drugs. Only a fraction of the output is consumed inside Afghanistan.

Getting farmers to stop growing the flowers _ which thrive in Afghanistan's poor soil and abundant sunshine _ will take decades, Eikenberry said. Thailand's largely successful campaign took 25 years. Afghanistan's crop is being eradicated amid a guerrilla war and some of the world's starkest poverty. It will take longer, Eikenberry said.

One farmer in Kandahar's poppy belt, Haji Abdul Karim, says planting his 12 acres with poppies is the only way to feed his six sons and two daughters. Revenue from wheat or grapes wouldn't even cover cooking fuel, Abdul Karim said.

"I have no other option," the 40-year-old farmer said. "I don't like growing poppy. If I had another way to earn money, I wouldn't grow it."

The U.S. Agency for International Development has earmarked $146 million this year for economic development and export-oriented farming projects meant to wean Afghans from the crop. The U.S. funds are paying for replanting poppy fields with orchards of apricot, apple, pomegranate and nut trees and grape vines.

Even so, a U.N. survey released Monday said this year's crop would be larger than last year's _ though smaller than the record 2004 crop of about 500,000 acres.

One reason cultivation has risen is that threats to cut down last year's crop never materialized, a U.S. drug agent said, speaking on condition of anonymity because of his involvement in sensitive counternarcotics operations. This year, agents hope threats are now backed by action.

Making matters more difficult, farmers like Abdul Karim may receive protection from drug gangs who have warned of attacks on government eradication teams. Last year, several team members were killed in action.

And drug gangs are finding unlikely allies among radical Muslim insurgents, especially in southern Afghanistan, according to Eikenberry.

"We've seen some evidence of cooperation with the Taliban," he said.

The heroin industry has become so strong that the corruption and crime it fosters are endangering the government, Eikenberry said.

"You've already got a narco-economy here. We don't want it to become a narco-state," said the drug agent, who estimated that opium and heroin smuggling accounts for more than 35 percent of Afghanistan's economy.

U.S. and British narcotics agents hope to eradicate 50,000 acres of this year's crop before sap is collected and smugglers trundle heroin to markets across Asia and Europe.

Last year they chopped up only a quarter as much.

On Monday, drug eradication teams tore up crops in Nangarhar province, where dozens of Afghan police armed with AK-47s blocked angry farmers from interfering with the work.

Already, 6,000 acres of the flower in its young "cabbage stage" have been plowed under in Nangarhar and three other provinces, a U.S. narcotics official said on condition of anonymity because he is not authorized to speak to the press.

In the coming days, officials say, eradication teams will move into Afghanistan's poppy belt: the provinces of Helmand and Kandahar, Taliban strongholds where insurgent-backed drug gangs have urged farmers to grow the flower. Helmand alone accounts for 40 percent of the country's poppy cultivation.

The surrounding region is showing the strain of coping with the 4,400 tons of Afghanistan's opiate exports.

Neighboring Iran is now thought to harbor the world's highest per capita heroin use, with as many as 3 million addicts; Pakistan counts 1.5 million. Afghanistan has flourishing opium dens and 50,000 addicts, about 7,000 of whom inject heroin, the U.S. agent said

Audio: World in peril, Chomsky tells overflow crowd

BROKEN by JACK JOHNSON

With everything ahead of us
We left everything behind
But nothing that we needed
At least not at this time
And now the feeling that I'm feeling
Well it's feeling like my life is finally mine
With nothing to go back to we just continue to drive
Without you I was broken
But I'd rather be broke down with you by my side
I didn't know what I was looking for
So I didn't know what I'd find
I didn't know what I was missing
I guess you've been just a little too kind
And if I find just what I need
I'll put a little peace in my mind
Maybe you've been looking too
Or maybe you don't even need to try
Without you I was broken
But I'd rather be broke down with you by my side
With everything in the past
Fading faster and faster until it was gone
Found out I was losing so much more than I knew all along
Because everything I've been working for
Was only worth nickels and dimes
But if I had a minute for every hour that I've wasted
I'd be rich in time, I'd be doing fine
Without you I was broken
But I'd rather be broke down with you by my side

Foucault in Guantanamo: National, Sovereign, Disciplinary Exceptionalism

One should seek for others the happiness one desires for oneself.
Buddha


What you do not wish done to yourself, do not do to others.
Confucius


Do unto others what you would have them do unto you.
Jesus


Let none of you treat your brother in a way he himself would dislike to be treated.
Muhammad

MENTAL MASTURBATION (Internal Dialogue EXTERNALIZED)

I think I'm drunk enough to write......yup


Today was a great day...I've crushed the loosers....ya that means you...you werwolf fuck wad. Dam ...and its a full moon......not. A silver bullet throught your ass.


Listening to SaTan's ChurcH of HypNOtized LOgiC ....... a remix of Medeski, Martin and Wood....fucking aye. overall fucking excellence .....find it....you'll agree.....the Bill Laswell Remix......see LIMEWIRE....thanks PAULY


Thought of the day ....we're all gonna die.........alone



Oh ya and on to the best fucking band of the twenty first century......Rolling Stone calls this group #6 in its best of list for the year....find them.....now.....MY MORNING JACKET

DEPENDANT ORIGINATION

QUICK FIX
William Burroughs


To put the country simple, earth has a lot of things other folks might
want...like the whole planet. And maybe these folks would like a few changes
made. Like more carbon Dioxide in the atmosphere, and room for their way of
life. We've seen this happen before, right in these United States.

Your way of life destroyed the Indian's way of life.

The Indian reservation is extinction.

But I offer this distinction. I'm with the invaders, no use trying to hide
that. And at the same, I disagree with some of the things they are doing.

Oh were not united anymore than you are
Oh we're not united anymore than you are.

Conservative factions is set on nuclear war as a solution to the Indian
personality.

Others disagree
Others disagree

I don't claim that my methods are one hundred percent humane, but I do say,
if we can't think of anything quieter, and tidier than that...

We are all not that much better than new earth aches.

There is no place else to go
The theater is closed

There is no place else to go
The theater is closed

Cut word lines
Cut music lines
Smash the control images
Smash the control machine.

Beautifully Pained Like An Angel In Purgatory

To know oneself means to be oneself, to be master of oneself, to distinguish oneself, to free oneself from a state of chaos, to exist as an element of order - but of one's own order and one's own discipline in striving for an ideal.
Antonio Gramsci


In this world there are three wrong viewpoints. If one clings to these viewpoints, then all things in this world are but to be denied. First some say that all human experience is based on destiny; second, some hold that everything is created by God and controlled by His will; third, some say that everything happens by chance without having any cause or condition.
Buddha


Whatever is capable of reason is better than that which is not capable.
Zeno


The misconception which has haunted philiosophic literature throughout the centuries is the notion of "independant existence". There is no such mode of existence; every entity is to be understood in terms of the way it is interwoven with the rest of the world.
Alfred North Whitehead


Our existence is based solely on the ever-fleeting present.
Arthur Shopenhauer



Thus do I lie,
Bend myself, twist myself, convulsed
With all eternal tourture,
And smitten
By thee cruelest huntsman,
Thou unfamiliar - GOD
Fredrich Nietzsche


The Messiah will come only when he is no longer necessary, he will come only on the day after his arrival; he will come, not on the last day, but on the very last.
Franz Kafka

Abrupt Climate Change

Climate Crash: Abrupt Climate Change and What It Means for Our Future

we play Russian roulette with climate, hoping that the future will hold no unpleasant surprises

on-line text.........

Overcoming poverty is not a gesture of charity. It is an act of justice. It is the protection of a fundamental human right, the right to dignity and a decent life. Nelson Mandela

Ripped From The Front Pages

Muslims are all in a tizzy because some creative artist decided to do his rightful duty. Political cartoons....whooda thunk it.....


On to another religious issue....the Pope wants Catholics to unite.....hmmmmm...seems like just weeks ago he didn't want gays in the clergy. When's this schizophrenic gonna get his shit straight? Oh ya but they're still pulling pedophiles from their ranks sooooo I suppose there's tons of new openings in the meandering bureaucracy.


On the poor Canadian front....Americans are shootin em up in Iraq....and in Denmark their ole trustable SEA-KINGS are falling into the sea. Like Jeremy Katz said invade ...go ahead.....what will Canada do....crumble up and blow away...


Palestine has voted into power the extremist sort now that all the moderates have been disempowered. Didn't see it comming? Basic politics.


Bush is upset as the Taliban has sent out yet another terror message calling Dubya a real looser.....ya but he's a greeeeedy little looser. Kinda like that Daffy Duck episode.....remember.


Oh ya and the Red Sea has claimed a thousand lives while Egyptians wait without word.

How shall a man be proud, when his conception
is a crime, his birth a penalty, his life a labour, and death a
necessity!--Shopenoeur

Enjoy...............

JOKERMAN
by BOB DYLAN


Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

JUST LIKE A MONDAY............

The world must halt greenhouse gas emissions and reverse them within two decades or watch the planet spiralling towards destruction, scientists said on Monday.

EXTRATERRESTRIALS ENGAGING THE PLANET

ULTRA WEIRD CIA PARAPSYCHIC VIEWING

Like shit isn't weird enough now we've the government involved in percieving that which has ...has ...has ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It's All About The Money

GLOBAL WARMING is due to the greenhouse effect, where certain gases in the earth’s atmosphere, such as carbon dioxide, are more transparent to the short-wave radiation from the sun than the longer-wave re-radiation from the earth’s surface. Consequently, some of the heat from the sun is trapped inside the atmosphere, a similar effect to that occurring in a greenhouse. The greater the concentration of greenhouse gases, the more heat is trapped, and the tendency is set in motion for the average temperature of the earth’s surface and the oceans to rise.

The U.S.'s own Environmental Protection Agency is now stating Bush is an oil junkie. Idiot failed at everything.

Documenting Bush's ONE THOUSAND FAILURES

GREED is destroying tomorrow. Ford not truly concerned with environmental issues "exploiting the fashion of environmentally friendly vehicles."

A HARD RAIN IS GONNA FALL
Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.