Abbie Hoffman Moment

To Jack

Sitting in my old and dusty room
I tell myself that things will change
But you see, when I wake up from my dreamin'
It's still the same, I can't believe you've gone away

Writing letters by the candlelight
I look for words to bring you back
Can't you see, it won't let go of me
Please let me be and set me free

'Cause you see, when I wake up from my dreaming
It's still the same, I can't believe you've gone away
The tears that I cry

Can't you see, it's been a long time
Long time, long time, long time
Give it to me, yeah, me yeah

I try and realize you're gone
I tell myself that wanting you is wrong
No matter what I say or do
Got to learn, it's easy to forget you

Words won't stop the pains I have inside
Got to change the feelings that I hide
And now the only thing left to do,
Is to tell you, the only way I ever knew, now listen man

An empty room's become an old routine
And locked inside is all my pride
All my tears, have run down through the years
I'm wanting more and more of you

I walk the streets, though they're raked with rain
Through lonely days, the lonely nights won't stop the pain
Yeah, livin' on, since time is done
I feel this bad, from everywhere

For the things we had in yesterday
And the times we shared, the times to stay
Long time, long time, long time, long time, time, time
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Can't you see? Can't you see?

Punky Meadows, Greg Giuffria, and Frank Dimino; of Angel

Abbie Hoffman Moment

Roots To Branches Lyrics

Someone asked me about the lyrics of the song by Jethro Tull that I put in the sidebar, here on this site. I pasted them below. The song always makes me think. 

Words get written, words get twisted
Old meanings move in the drift of time
Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change 

The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone

Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening

True disciples carrying that message
To color just a little with their personal touch
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half believers
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow

Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening

Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches

In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals
High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom
I hope the old man's got his face on
He'd better be some quick change artist
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon

Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening

Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. 

Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches

                                                Ian Anderson, from the

                                                album, Roots to Branches

                                                by Jethro Tull

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Another Trigger-Happy Cop Gets Protection

Not only is it illegal to be black in Missouri, In September, Utah decided to muscle in on some of the action. Twenty-two year old Darrien Hunt was shot in the back in Saratoga Springs, Utah by police because he bought a small Samurai sword at a gift shop and carried it from the gift shop in his hands. Had anyone else shot Hunt, the person's identity would have been revealed, along with a mugshot. The name of the police officer has yet to be announced.

Maybe Terri Horman Does Tell The Truth Sometimes

It is, by now, a well known fact that Terri Moulton Horman failed several polygraph examinations after her stepson, Kyron Horman, disappeared from a science fair at Skyline Elementary in Portland, Oregon, on June 4, 2010. Above are some statements she made early on about the situation, and the questions investigators had. These remarks are interesting, because Terri makes no effort to tell anyone what she actually did, or where, exactly she went; she simply shifts the responsibility of seeing Kyron last on "kids" or "teacher"......and "teacher" doesn't even have a name in this comment, even though Terri knew the teacher by name.

"I didn't just drop him off"; okay, we all agree she didn't. It looks very much, as if Kyron actually accompanied Terri or one of her et els when she left the school. "I spent time with him, took pictures." That's obvious, but where did Terri spend time with Kyron and take pictures? It wasn't at the science fair! And as for thinking that Kyron was in "safe hands", she contradicts herself when she states that he was "walking down the hall". Which hall? Whose hands? She didn't say! It apparently was not anyone at Kyron's school! Who were the "kids" who saw Kyron after she "left", and from where did she "leave"? That information is conveniently omitted from her statement. There IS a grain of truth here, though; Kyron's teacher actually did mark Kyron absent at 10;00 AM. But then we move on to something more unsettling. Terri names a "place" between "9 and 10" as a possible location for "when" "it" happened. Time is a dimension separate from length or mass, and does not define or describe physical location, per se. Unless Terri was describing places called 9 and 10, her statement makes no sense. There is also no explanation of whom she meant by the pronoun "we" or to which event was referred by "it". Just a bunch of nonspecific gibberish immediately after a seven year old boy had disappeared. 

This is the kind of nonsense we get from people who do not want to take responsibility for oversights or mistakes, and from people who feel that the laws do not apply to them and that the rest of us are not entitled to the truth. 

Writing That Transcends Time And Space

"Their hearts leaped and a wild hope rose within them. 'There was a real railway accident,' said Aslan, softly. 'Your father and mother and all of you are---as you used to call it in the Shadow Lands---dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.'

And as he spoke, he no longer looked to them like a lion; but things began to happen after that that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us, this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has ever read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better then the one before."

C. S. Lewis, from The Last Battle

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In Case You Were Wondering

In case you were wondering, since the subject of information shared and information not shared has been a big item lately, it came to my attention that here in Kansas, and pretty much nationwide, elected and public officials are not nearly as protected by laws governing public descriptions of their actions, words, and political positions as people who are not elected or public officials. That's why one can find so many photoshopped pictures of Newt Gingrich, criticisms of the late Amy Winehouse's lifestyle, and bumper stickers that say things like "Buck Fush"! So to those thin skinned elected officials and et els who cry about Facebook and stomp their feet about the media, I am going to suggest ethical behavior toward supporters and detractors. If an elected public servant acts morally, does justice in all things, refuses to play favorites, and does not lie; the words spoken and written about that public servant will probably consist mostly of compliments.

 

 

 

 

Words For Terri Horman

 

The words were almost written just for you, weren't they, Terri?

Message To Loring Henderson Defender

Someone accused me, because of my last post, of twisting Loring Henderson's words, just a little bit. Perhaps I did. In my own defense, allow me to say this; while I read between the lines a bit and spelled out what he said in a whole new light, Loring Henderson's words to Fox news represents what IS NOT going on in Kansas shelters, and my spin on Loring Henderson's words represents what IS going on in Kansas shelters. Cry about it all you want, but you should be crying about the reality behind the whole situation.