- Weird BIAS
- Jul 5, 2007
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so... guess that's it, huh? just... don't say i didn't warn you.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwsAruHCHHw
quote:Dear Ron MacLean.
Dear Coach’s Corner.
I’m writing in order
for someone to explain
to my niece the distinction
between these mandatory pre-game group rites of submission
and the rallies at Nuremburg.
Specifically the function
the ritual serves in conjunction
with what everybody knows
is in the end a kid’s game.
I’m just appealing to your sense of fair play
when I say
she’s puzzled by
the incessant pressure for her to not defy
the collective will,
and yellow ribboned lapels,
as the soldiers inexplicably rappel
down from the arena rafters
(which, if not so insane, would be grounds for screaming laughter).
Dear Ron MacLean,
I wouldn’t bother with these questions
if I didn’t sense
some spiritual connection.
We may not be the same
but it’s not like we’re from different planets:
we both love this game so much
we can hardly loving stand it.
Alberta-born and prairie-raised.
Seems like there ain’t a sheet of ice
north of Fargo I ain’t played.
From Penhold to the Gatineau,
every fond memory of childhood that I know
is somehow connected to the culture of this game.
I can’t just let it go.
But I guess it comes down to what kind of
world you want to live in,
and if diversity is disagreement,
and disagreement is treason,
well don’t be surprised
if we find ourselves reaping
a strange and bitter fruit
that sad old man beside you
keeps feeding to young minds as virtue.
It takes a village to raise a child
but just a flag to raze the children
until they’re nothing more than ballast for fulfilling
a madman’s dream of a paradise where
complexity is reduced to black and white.
How do I
protect her from
this cult of death?
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- Weird BIAS
- Jul 5, 2007
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so... guess that's it, huh? just... don't say i didn't warn you.
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Here's my favorite song on I/P
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujtsAOvWibY
quote:Your borders are bloody mirages
that expand and contract at the will of the blade
drawn across the back of a people in shadow
We are on the ropes,
tasting the blood in our mouths,
mixing with what little hope we have left
as it slides down our throats
constricted by hands of avarice, soft media, oxymorons and military might
How long must we live in the shadow of your wall
that divides our lives, our loves and our hopes?
How long must we live in the daily fear
of returning home to find it gone?
We are refugees in our own land
waiting in hope for the day
when we can walk our own streets
Just because you have the biggest gun
doesn't mean your war is won
Just because you take our homes
doesn't mean our hope is gone
Just because you claim your cause as just
doesn't mean that you're still not wrong
Just because you build a wall
doesn't mean it will last that long
A bullet flies through the head of another ten-year-old boy
who held a rock in his hand against a thirty-ton tank in his people's land
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