• This has to stop.

    Set 22 2006, 6h46

    This was originally a response to a trite, kneejerk-politics T-shirt design on DA. I decided to make it a journal post.

    You are the thing you claim to hate. You are the bastard child of a media run by people too dumb to get into politics or too stupid to get into college, and supported by people too eager for revolt to bother to find truth. Journalism is dead. Now we have a sociopolitical megaphone, a network of spin and collectivization of opinion. Freedom requires tolerance of the wrong, the stupid, the ignorant, NOT legislation of a united popular opinion, or the enactment of a unified ideology. That road leads to fascism, to authoritarianism, to the very thing you think the imaginary underground of conservative Christian midwesterners plotting to conquer the world want.

    Wake up! Wake the fuck up and realize that if one side wins, we all lose! No opinion, philosophy, or ideology is so pure that it needs no competition. If you are not questioning the authority anywhere you find it, you will find yourself without the right.
    No political party or movement is right, because political movements are led by politicians. No politician is above corruption, because that is human nature; we like the easy way out and we like getting our way more than we like being good.

    All politics are bad; they are a necessary evil of life, but they are not an essential part of the everyday.

    Set 21 2006, 21h42

    Who the--is Billie Joe from Green Day their lead singer now?
    Who designed their album cover, Hawthorne Heights?
    This is like bringing a knife to a gunfight.
    We should go to one of their shows and crash it. Every one of you, find a Norma Jean show and crash it.
    Jumping on stage, punching the lead singer, stealing the mike CRASH that sucker.
    You will be remembered forever always.
    You might even get thrown out! ^_^

    Norma Jean
    The Chariot
  • Oh you pious and profane, put away your praise and blame!

    Set 1 2006, 20h48

    A glass can only spill what it contains!

    This song is incredible. I mean...mewithoutYou's lyrics have always been amazing, but these make me want to scream they're so incisive, and cutting in that soft the-ones-being-cut-won't-even-know manner.

    Go here to listen:

    And here are the lyrics, close as I can tell. Pay particular attention to the second stanza ("Like peacocks wanderin' the walkways of the zoo..."). AUGH! *grin*

    A cat came driftin'
    [to] my porch from the outside cold,
    And with eyes closed drinkin'
    Warm milk from my bowl, thought
    "Nobody hears me, nobody hears me,
    As I crept in so soft,
    And nobody sees me, nobody sees me,"
    As I watched six steps off.

    Like peacocks wanderin' the walkways of the zoo
    Who have twice the autonomy
    The giraffes and the tigers do, sayin'
    "No one can stop me, no one can stop me,
    No one clips my claws.
    Now everyone watch me, everyone watch me
    Scale these outside walls."

    Oh you pious and profane, put away your praise and blame,
    A glass can only spill what it contains.
    To the perpetually plain, and the incurably inane,
    A glass can only spill what it contains.

    What new mystery is this?!
    What blessed backwardness?!
    The Immeasurable One is held and does not resist!
    Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
    The Almighty One does not defend!

    I'm halfway listenin' to what she thinks she knows.
    We're like children dressing in our parents' clothes, sayin'
    "Nobody knows me, nobody knows me,
    No one knows my name.
    Nobody knows me, nobody knows me,
    Nobody knows me."

    I halfheartedly explained, but gave up peacefully ashamed,
    A glass can only spill what it contains.
    I read Portugal and Spain, and in her mind the entire time it rained!
    A glass can only spill what it contains.

    What new mystery is this?!
    In overflowing emptiness the Invisible is seen
    Among the shadows and the mist!
    Before my doubting eyes the Infinite appears in time
    The Unquestionable is questioned but makes no reply!

    What new mystery is this?! (x5)
    "My Rabbi!"
    My lips betray with a kiss!
    What new mystery is this?