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I would love to post something personal. But…… dammit. Anyway, I love the band Killing Joke. I had posted all of the lyrics to “Requiem” below but it was too dismal at the time. I’m posting all of “Red.”

they’re dropping bombs again
and they’re doing it in your name
all the rational commentaries
in the papers that i read
marmalade and buttered toast
and smell of sunday roast
kiss the arse of uncle sam
oh to be an englishman

when you hear the sound of warning
when the only colour is red
red sky in the morning
everywhere i’m seeing red

dawn brings a day of hell
hours that we pawn and sell
a single magpie in the tree
one for sorrow one for me
kick it off the cliff i said
now the line fucks up my head
too late to change this mode
break all my moral codes

when you hear the sound of warning
when the only colour is red
red sky in the morning
everywhere i’m seeing red

running from myself again
and all i feel is shame
it doesn’t matter where i go
everywhere still looks the same
this sense of emptiness
as we create this mess
self-destructive tendencies
are what you mean to me

when you hear the sound of warning
when the only colour is red
red sky in the morning
everywhere i’m seeing red

(deleted depressing song lyrics)

I should blog more instead of quoting lyrics that might be taken in the wrong way.

Update: Awesome wonkness courtesy of TPM.

Where is Number 7?

There is Number 7.

When you blog like a Sesame Street sketch, you must be feeling small. I watched My Kid Could Paint That last night and maybe I should just put it out there that I’m five and a half years old.

Seriously though, I’m not feeling so swift as I bought some old used technology and it’s not exactly working out. It’s like getting a dog from the pound and then the dog tears up your furniture.

I bought a new computer and I’m putting “B” through some paces. Please bear with me as per usual. In the meantime, please enjoy the first day of summer along with photo of snow on the ground in Astoria.

A few good pictures of Coney Island will appear here shortly.

There was a white cat named Mummy hanging out at the Ding Dong for the past couple of weeks. She was running in and out of the bar the other night, between people’s legs and out under parked cars. I said, “Someone should put her in or she’s gonna get hit by a car.”

You know what’s coming… I was leaving and I saw Mummy across the street and up about 40 feet. I ran over and called to her but before I could get to her she darted in front of an oncoming SUV which didn’t even attempt to hit the brakes. She spilled out behind the back of the car rolling and tumbling. She jerked around the way animals and humans that have broken their necks do. I watched as the spasms died down and the light went out of her eyes and carried her to the curb.

I haven’t been able to get that image out of my head for the past few days. When you witness a violent death, you can’t help but feel something is wrong. And I had foreseen it.

On this Memorial Day, let’s remember the soldiers who went ahead despite the warnings fighting what we always assume is the good fight. If their deaths were witnessed, let’s hope the living can somehow find peace in their heads. Let’s remember the soldiers out there now who as Josh says, are becoming increasingly invisible.

I knew the Iraq project was going to be a disaster before it started and almost nobody listened to me then either.

Update: And his name shall be Assrocket.

and then there’s wisteria…

Good post at TomDispatch on Iraq and the recent disasters in Asia.