I'm keeping this for posterity:
"The March of the Sinister Ducks"
What are they doing at night in the park?
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Think of them waddling about in the dark!
Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars!
They’ll sneer at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.
Dressed in plaid jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
(thanks Ishta)
Which goes well with another song I was thinking about earlier...
The Turkey Song (by The Damned)
There's a turkey in your house get him out
Get the turkey out
Get him out of the house
Get him out
There's a turkey in the house get him out
Get the turkey out
Get him out of the house
Get him out
Get turkey out of the house
Get turkey out of the house get him out
Get the turkey out get him out
There's a rhino in the room get him out
Get him out of the room
Get the rhino out
Get him out
There's a rhino in the room get him out
Get him out of the room
Get the rhino out
Get him out
Get rhino out of the room
Get rhino out of the room get him out
Get the rhino out get him out Get turkey out of the house
Get turkey out of the house get him out
Get the turkey out get him out
Get that turkey out
Oh and thanks to Artemka:
The Llama Song
I usually try to keep most politics out of my journal. This is a place I want to be creative or at least more personal. But the truth is I had an epiphany and I needed to put it somewhere. So, this being the only journal I have...it goes here first (while I send it to political websites and news editorial sections).
How Slow is a Change Meant to Be?
There is a belief today that politics or more accurately because of politics, change, must be enacted slowly on a population in order to pass the moderate sniff test and not offend enough of the majority of a nation's citizens. Something about this theory or philosophy never felt quite right and that nagging suspicion was hard pressed to leave my mind in recent days.
The more I thought about the slow progression of positive change - this 'evolution of revolution', the less I was able to find examples of it and the more I found I couldn't ignore that in my country and in my history, it simply wasn't so. I thought about positive influences beginning with our very establishment of a nation and moving up through our tests against slavery, gender equality, and poverty - and what I found throughout that history was that change, real positive change, occurred not as a calm and step by step evolution but by urgent reactions to respond to a fed up, angry and sometimes near violent constituency.
Our nation was founded upon a revolution...a revolution because the powers of government at the time: the King and British Parliament, were not listening to the colonies or responding to their needs. Because the government of the day responded with a heavy hand to the attempts at logical or diplomatic resolution. Because any change that was occurring was occurring to slowly or not at all. In response, the colonies shook off that yoke and acted against the establishment. Change occurred quickly and unfortunately through the violence of war but to the benefit of the colonies as the United States of America was born.
Through anti-slave trade acts in Britain, an attempt to slow slavery was made. Perhaps this was in line with todays attempts at slow change in places like immigration reform or gun control...but like many attempts at slow and tempered resolutions to moral crisis', it failed. Trying to slow slavery by fining the captains of slave ships, only had slaves thrown overboard to drown should authorities be nearby. In 1833, the British abolished slavery. I'm sure it was a very expensive and difficult time but the change happened quickly and resolutely with all british slaves immediately being declared free (and slave owners compensated). The U.S. was slower to move and in 1861, Civil War occurred on our nations soil as an attempt to hold together a country with two distinct views on both slavery and economic differences. While the war lasted nearly 5 years, and some saying even today that "the South shall rise again", change occurred quickly during those 5 years. This change albeit violent and nearly destructive to the nation, was change for the better of a people as a whole with American slavery officially ending on December 18th, 1865 through the 13th Amendment. Fast, revolutionary leaps of change for the better of a people as a whole.
Now while slavery was abolished, equality was far from real. An additional amendment had to be passed just two years later that gave everyone equal protection and due process regardless of race. The government and the voters who elected them in the U.S. was still largely white male property owners. It was over 50 years before women would be allowed the universal right to vote with the 19th Amendment in 1920. That change occurred after 3-4 years of public protest and activism with an 18 month protest in front of the White House. It took two years to pass the laws and a sweeping out of congressional members who opposed it and even then there was an additional two years of court battles to overturn state constitutions banning the female vote which ended in the Supreme Court in 1922. Again we see that although resistance to change and attempts to slow it added years to the process, the change itself was sudden and all encompassing and not at all a gradual shift of laws or powers.
Perhaps one could argue that the movement of freedom and equality for all was a slow evolution. After all, it was nearly a century after the abolition movement of the 1860's that we finally passed the Civil Rights act of 1964. In some ways, change was slow to take and was a long uphill battle. However, this long uphill battle doesn't seem to be a movement out of deference to a moderate middle ground. The changes occurred radically like individual battles to dislodge a conservative but powerful minority long after the moderate middle ground had conceded the need. In fact, it was almost always this conservative resistance that argued for slow change to the bitter end and it was always this conservative resistance that then attempted to tie change up in the courts for years afterward. Were it not for a select and powerful few or the resistance of a few states out of many, change would likely occur quickly and without struggle.
That conservative resistance is also the group that endeavors to slowly 'de-volve' those same freedoms and protections. The people that argue for a change that wont shock the system are the ones who quietly pass laws or pull the teeth from government enforcement and seek to reverse these great and forward thinking actions of a people who hold freedom and equality in places of honor. It is interesting to see that slow and steady can work to cause change when one is trying to overcome the will of the people. For while the regulations and protections of FDR's New Deal were again a all encompassing and fast revolution of progressive ideas that improved our great nation, the attempts to deregulate and de-fund or stop enforcing those ideas by the powerful few has been a slow and steady process behind the backs of Americans that has taken nearly 75 years to transpire.
It seems that positive and progressive ideas of great change happen fast with the nation deciding as one or nearly as one that something wrong must be stopped or that a move must be made to turn it right. For when something is right, truly right, it doesn't take much for the world to recognize it as so. Slow change, evolutionary law as it were is more the action of cowardice. It's the action of those who seek to undo the justice of our country or any other. It's the attempt to enact change under the noses of a constituency that wouldn't have it. Like the removal of freedom, the loss of privacy, the erosion of our protections and equalities, these things happen quietly and under the cover of fear and paranoia while what is good and just waits for it's chance to happen quickly, and with the strong voice of reason, once again.
...and then convinces life that art really has something there and that imitating art might just in fact be the way to go. Werewolves at war with vampires? Vampires hunting and killing werewolves?
Perhaps now we should add some artifact, some mystic medallion that will oneday unite the dark world species at the critical juncture when mankind seeks to annihlate both...as a member of the aforementioned mankind...I'm coming pretty close to that day already. Afterall it's quite natural for me to "fear what I don't understand"
...and believe me...I certainly don't understand the vast levels of suspension of disbelief required to assume that with all the real wars and conflicts we have in the world, someone needs to put forward the idea that social subcultures are secretly fighting over their awakened souls because of some inferred inferiority complex about what's cooler: vampires or werewolves.
While I'm here ranting into the ether about this, let me ask one hopeless, futile question. If in fact modern living vampires wish to eschew the fictional or folkloric baggage that comes with the name, why on earth would they even be associating with (much less acknowledging the existence of) werewolves - who only seem to be mentioned in similar fiction or folklore as the undead and immortal vampire.
Thank you so much Underworld...for making this all so clear now.
So after three nights of drinking wine, whiskey, Guinness and vodka, I find it both hilarious and perhaps a little disturbing to realize that I could do it all again tonight. Some say that's the sign of a problem... I just keep hearing this Dropkick Murphys song in my head:
"Good Rats"
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for fun?
Sure they crawl around and scurry,
yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time
just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
he rounded up his furry boys,
though some wore a frown
they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.
[Chorus:]
One, two, one-two-three-four!
Come on all you good rats
we'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!
Like mice behind a piper,
rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town.
They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come,
they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
(Chorus)
The rats were in a tizzy
addicted to the bone the hairy lugs were giddy
they were never going home
like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank,
they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!
(Chorus)
Spent a lovely weekend (friday night through monday morning) in Napa Valley courtesy of my uncle. He works for a wine distributor in Reno so he was able to get the use of the company house in Napa, as well as setting up some really great private tastings at wineries all around the valley. Brilliant. I really enjoyed some of the reserves that weren't usually available for public tastings but I have to admit that you start to lose the ability to notice a bad wine with each consecutive tasting (I don't believe in spitting it out :)
I did buy a really tasty 1971 Jimenez Port where the grapes are raisined before crushing in order to get more residual sugar. It's fantastic. A brilliant weekend if perhaps a little too drunk at times. Drove home this morning at 7am and with the 4 hour drive I managed to start work at 11am...really feeling it today I'm afraid :P
A friends journal entry and the coming of the weekend made me start humming this tune...It sure is easy to face the world when it's blurry and wobbling back and forth and ground just keeps getting closer:
Stepped off the barstool
and hit the ground
It's hard to walk
when this whole world in a room
is spinning round
So if I fall girl
Reach out my hand
will you be there girl
to help me stand
Be my crutch
should I fall
If I can't walk
come last call
I drank too much
Be my crutch
stand by my side
Darling I
need you tonight
To be my crutch
Be my crutch
should I fall
If I can't walk
come last call
I got too drunk (and help me wipe that puke off my chin darlin?)
Be my crutch
stand by my side
Darling I
need you tonight
To be my crutch
Because sometimes you just want to start running and see how far you get before everyone realizes that your gone:
Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
You know there ain't no street like home
To make you feel so all alone
Plenty of folk to tell you what to do
But they don't speak the same language as you
(Chorus:)
They wanna have me here
Have me and hold me near
Hold me down fasten and tie
But the cars are all flashing me
Bright lights are passing me
I feel life passing me by
The fuss is buzzing in my head
My father argued and my mother begged
It's not their words ain't tugging at me
But gotta stretch them break them get myself free
(Chorus)
Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
I'm leaving home
Cryptic entry of the day...
So I suppose I can wear thin on some of my friends and family and what not. I suppose my logic can get a little too much and maybe even make me appear cold. I've always said that I'm not entirely punctual or even all that reliable...still...I wonder sometimes if people get actually mad at me on those occasions or just bored and need an excuse. Someone who's genuinely angry would follow through...
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