The poor woman has skinny leg syndrome. I certainly remember the song, but is it worth the effort to post it?
I forgot about the lead singer's voice. Annoyingly different. Yes, but the song that shows up on the right after playing "Bread and Butter" takes George's cake. Well, probably not Mr Carlin's cake. But the beat is so wonderfully formulaic--it makes you want to break something. I never liked this song very much. Wonder if the movie "There's something about Mary" is tied to this wunnerful tune? Probably, even though I'm probably too old to "get it" I don't understand that movie at all.
The martial drum part just murders the otherwise good qualities of the song. To me it just screams "sieg heil."
In this life bad things happen to the best of men and women, Bad things beyond horrific happen to their children. When in close relation to those who are suffering it can be very hard to remember that this is not all of life. My Nephew loved his stricken and broken life. He he fought with a furious savagery to stay in life, to remain with his mother. His spirit made everyone around him question their complaints. It took years, nearly a decade to pry his weak hands loose from his grip on life. So it became his mothers job to smile and return what she valued most to his creator to receive everything or nothing at his hands. From the moment of his death until the moment of his mothers death she will know nothing of his fate. In this life it is folly to ask for more. As more will not be given. How so many galaxies if there is no plan, no intention. How stars born and dying if there is no destination? I cannot explain this world, but know a bit about how it operates. Nature is on the side of the lowly. Nonsense you say! The Tiger and the bear rip though the lowly and dine upon their deaths. To which I must say, count the tigers and the bears in this world. Now gaze upon the prey animals in their uncountable millions. It has been correctly observed that the Predator is doctor and an executioner. He heals the heard by killing the weak, the stressed and the old. This ensures their health as a whole. Life is hard to ensure it's strength. Adversity shows us the direction in which strength must grow to over come, That the lowly may prevail. The Lowly eat every day. A big cat's hunt is successful one in ten times. they go hungry more than half the time. Life favors the lowly. Thus the Superior man is always on the side of the lowly. We may see this even in geology. High mountains are worn down and and valleys are fill up resulting in the plains. Among people men hate the proud and love the humble. I think I'm stumbling around like this George because I really haven't an answer. I don't know why we were both made to suffer by those whose duty it was to care for us. What little I know of my parent's lives mitigates much. But even if it did not, I see them more to be pitied than feared. They were my parents, I pray for them every day. I thank God I am free of them every day. George as your friend, Let the dead bury the dead and free yourself to move on to better things.
MoveOn.org's web site flaw(or is it a feature?) made it difficult to choose between a single donation and a monthly donation. Now I skip over their emails. Oh what a tiny, tiny being I am. When I was about five years old I'd start to feel myself shrink to somewhere near the right size after going to bed. The universe became larger and larger and I shrank. I couldn't get myself to feel smaller than a pea--and I knew this was far larger than my size in the universe. I thought that we are grist for that grinding wheel. "Grist" what a strange name. As much as it is fantastic I think I greatly fear freedom. Not smrt. Not to mention embarrassing as hell. And I have great difficulty truly feeling humble. Sheesh, maybe I better talk to my shrink? I always root for the little guy, how could one possibly champion the "cause" of the great and powerful?
But I just posted bread and butter! LOL George posted: I thought that we are grist for that grinding wheel. "Grist" what a strange name. We are the grist but we don't provide us, we pour like water from beneithe his lathe. We are ground like flour by his wheel. He did not spare us the hell that was/is Fascism, nor slavery nor any of the evils we have created. He does not prevent our folly nor does he mitigated their consequences. We would learn nothing if he did.. In many ways he left it to our mothers to raise us and nature plays no favorites save that she favors the lowly. How can we consider ourselves the judges of this world when we were raised in crime? When we have but a vague notion of our universe save that it is all of one piece united by creation and the laws that govern creation. "The energy carries the law The law regulates the energy." The law is set. The law is known. Or If your not here after what I am after You'll be here after long after I'm gone.
We are destined to seek the inevitability of love, not the great fallacy of hate. You cling to things that injure your understanding and harm your progress. You are not nor am I a fit judge of this world. The wold does not need our judgement, it seeks our understanding. all true understanding is founded upon love.