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Today's Track: What aWonderful World--Louis Armstrong

Somebody sung me a song, (couldn’t keep the beat), sure they got it wrong...

Drummer at the door, man, smilin’ at me. Let’s get him on his way. Bonds to buy, men to die.
Hey, boy, on your feet. You know I’m right. (What’s he think? It don’t matter.) No shame in being a stranger in some other stranger’s land. (Mama, what’s that man got in his hand?)
Hey, friend, but we all know what it's about, right? Liberation, man, that's what the talking head said. Justice, peace, and a few less sheep to fleece. Beware an honest man bearing freedom, what can I tell you?
[Sanitize, Democratize]
A metal swarm of truth, and some laser-guided hope, to all the poor, the down-trodden ones. Ten tons of love in a hard, shiny wrapping. God bless gravity, and the good guys, and the good guys.
(Better than soap) There’s blood enough, I hope. Gotta get it clean Besides, hatin’ makes a man thirsty. Make sure to smile, your skin’ll glow, sin won’t show.
[Patronize, Demoralize]
We’ll dance tonight, that’s how it goes. If only they could see, didn’t ask me, no sir, not me sir. They’re better men tonight, ‘cause now they knows...
It matters. How they got it wrong, I’ll never know. Still don’t love me, I wonder. I lit the way, gotta do what’s right, what do you say? (I’m sure he’ll rejoice, if he wakes up.) They’ll all sing along, now I showed ‘em the words, sing in the morning.
[Truth is bright, Hide Your Eyes]

What do you know, it was me singing, all along...


Pardon that, my friends. I seldom resort to poetry, even the remarkably bad (read: easy) sort, but rational language is unequal addressing the irrational. Since we’re on the subjects of war and stupidity, I just want to say: “Operation Iraqi Freedom? To judge by recent video footage, Baghdad has officially been liberated well back into the bleeding Paleozoic. If that’s freedom, where the hell are my chains?” Furthermore... Eh, screw it, I’m entirely too incensed and too sober to talk about it any more for now. Instead, I’ll steal someone else’s words, words which I‘m sure would find ready voice in many a bleary-eyed Iraqi in the coming mornings:

“Looking about us, we can say with pardonable pride that we have been about as thoroughly liberated as it is possible...to be.
--William Tenn

That being said, I’ll thank you for the loan of your ear, and then I’m off to see how best I might remedy that sobriety problem.

Peace (Whatever that means).