A couple of political thoughts…

That I both think are funny, and agree with.

Warren Ellis Sed:: “

  • Obama would amuse me if he pointed out that the commander in chief probably shouldn’t be the guy who let himself get caught by the enemy. #
  • ‘My war expertise is eating rats & getting cornholed by water snakes in a flooded paddy field for five years, but here’s the plan, boys…’ #
  • And yes, @dogsoldier , hope is not a plan — but it sure seems to bring the cash in, don’t it? #
  • @bremxjones How can you put your penis in someone who doesn’t hate Kula Shaker? That’s like fucking a Nazi. #

(Via Warren Ellis.)

Musically Speaking

A reprint from My Music page:

 

 

So I was a singer back in the day. With big hair and everything. I’ve always loved music, and one of the few things my StepFather gave me is is an appreciation for a wide range of styles and forms.

The music I create these days tends toward the electronic and ambient side of things, because I have the tools and skills handy to do them. If I could find the right folx with the right talents and time, I would be more into doing a rock/metal thing. Finding or creating good “heavy” guitar loops is next to impossible!

I have two albums almost ready.

 

You can find my musical stuph at St. Ayre.com.

 

Feel free to help yourself, and to comment or review here.

Did you hear that?

That loud noise last night was the Democratic Party losing the election. Obama voted for the bill that took the 4th Amendment, tore it into little bits, stomped on it, pissed on it, and then used it to line the cage of an incontinent rabid dog. He thusly sent the horde of people who actually pay attention screaming away, and proved there is no politician who is to be trusted. Those people who will now direct their support elsewhere, or simply not bother to vote, will give the Republicans the margin to win. Four more years…

Of losing freedoms. Four more years of poorly run war. Four more years of corporate handouts. Four More years of bullshit.

Four More years (written by Kory Clarke of Warrior Soul)
Playing wild, the dying children
From the gutter they spawn
A life created of indignation
Pride and seeker pause
Pig city, oil creation
Over sex-dosed the junk machine crawls
Missing is the laughter, from the death bus
While the eternal human war rages on

Can you believe how little you care?
The friendly face of the empire leader
Conquest of style, ego hate
Walk amongst the dogs
While the violence kills the declined state

Have you eaten today?
Iam glad
Your digestion is the sorrow of the hungry
So tired of rejection and stupidity

Cut away to Grey man
Isolation room, a crowd gathers
Fade to riot, As the furor screams deliverance
The claws of the predatory corporation dig deep
into the niave religion culture
Acceptance, blind virtue
their reason taunts the absurd
The beggar, he feeds the anger
As you burn sorrow’s last word

Pain create the answer holy
Learn the lesson passion learned
Hate the teachers, oh so saintly
I kiss the pyre as it burned

Our need flows on, but we feel nothing
While emotion kills with no remorseful deathblow from Jesus
Only you can turn the key
to unlock the tortured riches inside your soul
And find the reason we live

Like some sort of God rejection
Place the blame on heads that turn
You watch the dagger rip through masses
As wheat and grain and corn
dry into a hatred reality,
screaming into a vengeful pit
Pitiful scream!!

The heart goes forward hating
Wanting life that cannot be attained
Justice seeker, pray for vengeance
The purist life is marred and staind

I want the World to heal
Iwant the world to love
But it cannot

4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years
4 More Years…

First released in 1990, this piece of work is even more valid today with the sins of the son.