My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

It has been a madcap few weeks. I was at a friends engagement party on Saturday, it was actually rather nice. The biggest problem is their naive ultra Christian demeanor and values.

My friend REM was making jokes about wife beating and child abuse at my expense - the Christians looked on in total fear and never spoke to me again - they were disgusted at the sight of me.

My friends AG and FL who announced their engagement stated proudly that they were getting married in "314 days to be exact". We quietly took them aside afterwards and I exclaimed with heavy sarcasm we were getting married in 313 days...FL jumped up and down congratulating us, hugging us, in total joy, and said: "really? that's fantastic!!!" - AG, the brighter of the two by 10-fold said: "no not really", I said in agreement: "I was joking".

Ah Christians - with people like that in the religion it is no wonder more wars have been fought in God's name than any other. The third world would not be the third world were it not for the missionaries. Alas, I can not merely blame the Christians - the Jews, Muslims, all believe in the same God. Whether you believe Jesus was a profit, or the son of God by immaculate conception - it does not make much difference. Subtle differences, different interpretations of the same text, there is no difference.

Religion separates us. While we are separated there will be no us. We are fighting our own brothers.

Whitey Ford - What It's Like

We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change

The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange

He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes

"Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes

'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues



Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...



Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love

He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll

I'm the man you've been dreaming of."

But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls

And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls."

And then she heads for the clinic and

she gets some static walking through the door

They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner

and they call her a whore

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes

'cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose



Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...





I've seen a rich man beg

I've seen a good man sin

I've seen a tough man cry

I've seen a loser win

And a sad man grin

I heard an honest man lie

I've seen the good side of bad

And the downside of up

And everything between

I licked the silver spoon

Drank from the golden cup

And smoked the finest green

I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times

before I broke their heart

You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start



I knew this kid named Max

He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs

He liked to hang out late

he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs

Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head

He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead

Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain

You know it crumbles that way

at least that's what they say when you play the game

God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news

'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose



Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...

Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose