Well, I see him on the TV
Preaching 'bout the promised lands
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hands
Some say he was a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
22 years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
To find his country didn't want him back
Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids, no regrets
In a time I don't remember
In a war he can't forget
He cried, forgive me for what I've done there
'Cause I never meant the things I did
And give me something to believe in
If there's a Lord above
And give me something to believe in
Oh, Lord arise
My best friend died a lonely man
In some Palm Springs hotel room
I got the call last Christmas Eve
And they told me the news
I tried all night not to break down and cry
As the tears rolled down my face
I felt so cold and empty
Like a lost soul out of place
And the mirror, mirror on the wall
Sees my smile it fades again
And give me something to believe in (and give me something to believe in)
If there's a Lord above
And give me something to believe in (and give me something to believe in)
Oh, Lord arise
Sometimes I wish to God I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road, you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
That used to read "Jesus saves"
A mile away live the rich folks
And I see how they're living it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup
And it just makes me wonder
Why so many lose, so few win
Give me something to believe in
And give me something to believe in
And give me something to believe in (and give me something to believe in)
If there's a Lord above
And give me something to believe in (and give me something to believe in)
Oh, Lord arise
And give me something to believe in (and give me something to believe in)
Oh, Lord arise
And give me something to believe in
(You take the high road and I'll take the low road)
And give me something to believe in
(You take the high road and I'll take the low road)
Sometimes I wish I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then, yeah
And give me something to believe in, yeah-yeah
I do wish I could offer you something better than reality.
We’ve done a few posts here on the Sky Fairy Concept, and the cynical misuse of it.
I think it is very difficult for people to grasp how evil gets done.
How every day people can play by the rules and if the rules are set by forces layers and layers and layers above them can end up foot soldiers for darkness.
And how most cannot bear to ask the next question and the next and the next.
Because at some point that wall emerges like a fake bat to pangolin virus.
“Why of course the people don't want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece? Naturally the common people don't want war neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship.
Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”
― Hermann Goering, Germany Reborn
The people who are the most “rah-rah!” I find are the first to jump ship when the next question is too difficult.
The people who are baaaarreeeellllyyyy recovered are the ones who want to be “life coaches”.
The ones who sought out the structure of a group, of a cocoon…
Not sure what you do about that.
But I do know that the Scorpions know how to work it.
And this is why the Logician will get its liver eaten on Jabs Bad Island.
The End.
Last year I wrote several "Not a Movement" posts.
There are several reasons that you do not have a movement.
1. The layers of leader were already set for you.
2. There is no natural constituency with shared history. Rather there are pre-existing ideologies and world views and pre-existing paradigms that simply cannot be unlearned quickly enough.
3. There is no and I mean, NO, commonly shared scientific reality to bind, primarily because medical science is effectively voodoo.
4. There is tremendous hubris of a lot of self-important people who speak with a lack of humility.
5. There are over a hundred years of study and analysis of human behavior which are trap doors that many are just not going to be able to avoid.
Once upon a time, I saw a Mad Max of dueling tribes. The World, Afghanistan, and it may come to that.
But thinking like a Scorpion...they will probably just squeeze and release and offer you up Yes Ladder heroes (Trump, Bobby, the military, a new doctor with a trustworthy face, etc) and watch the marks trample into dueling tribes.
They will placate the masses, esp. the older ones, who will bury their parents and then die themselves. Many will just keep taking drugs as a "prophylaxis" just to be safe...which is another trap door well worn psychological evolutionary condition.
I saw Poison in concert once, many years ago. I had never really paid attention to all the lyrics in this song. I did this time. And I could relate to some of it. I lived in Palm Springs once too, and worked in a hotel, and lived in a room at the Alan Ladd Spanish Inn.
I guess Brett Michaels wrote that song about his friend who died there.
I didn't expect to be reading Hermann Goering at the bottom. Damn, this shit's been going on for a long time.