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Retired Song

March 9, 2017

Jośe,  can you see?

“We’ve got the only national anthem that mentions *ucking rockets and bombs in the *ucking thing. You know what I mean?”

George Carlin

Pavlovian Patriotism

Sardonic Symbolism

Musical Machinations

Corrupted Control

Individuality Irreverence

Cardio Concealing

Cranium Revealing

Obnoxious Optics

Sanity Screaming

Is this the best we can aspire to?

In a country where an alleged majority,  characterizes itself as followers of the “Prince of Peace”.

Perhaps, we are in a collective holding pattern.  On the cosmelogical tarmac, knowing that as soon we realize we are the captain, responsible for ourselves and fellow space travellers as well, we can get moving again.

“I hate patriotism, I can’t stand it man, it makes me *ucking sick! It’s a round world the last time I checked, okay?

Y’know what I mean? In fact, that’s how we can stop patriotism, I think. Instead of putting stars and stripes on our flags, we should put pictures of our parents *ucking!”

Bill Hicks

That is how we got here. Has nothing to do with which part of the planet we landed on, more so, as to which set of taught beliefs a person is indoctrinated with.

I thought the ending of seperating ourselves was supposed to have happened when the first photograph from space took a picture of this planet and Gaia consciousness made a paradigm shift amongst it’s inhabitants. Guess not.

The “optics” of it “lies” in the near 100% probability that if someone watching a sports event at home on tv, does not remove their headgear,  be quiet, and place their hand over their heart, while the Star Spangled Banner is playing.

Rather, drinking, burping and farting, waiting to critique the singer for any unpatriotic mistakes to be made.

“Optics” being the word I keep hearing lately in the context of what people do for “appearances” instead of anything substantial.

Makes it quite the monkey see monkey do scenario.  I get it, I’m guilty to, I stand like all the other primates,  yet instead of mumbling and mouthing the words, I  keep wondering when this medieval behavior is going to stop for our collective benefit.

Besides,  when it is played at every event, sporting or otherwise it loses its meaning, as having any significance to rouse patriotic fervor.  Like the birthday song, once it’s over, you forgot you sang it.

“If it didn’t exist, would you invent (create) it?”

Doug Stanhope

Like the horse and buggy, it served a desired purpose till something better replaced it. (If, in “fact” automobiles were a “better” replacement.)  At least,  it wasn’t a clinging to the past.

The unfortunate irony is that if some edict is passed down to the masses and points out the ridiculousness to stop, and people do, that will be as Pavlovian as continuing.

This rant was inspired after attending my grandson’s wrestling tournament where,  if you missed the announcement to stand, take off your hat and face the flag, as soon as those first notes were played, like Pavlov’s dog everyone was raring to go.

Oh, say, can you see,
By the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched,
Were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave

Basically saying that a flag was put up at night,  and in the morning it happened to still be there being watched from a protective bunker, while explosives from who knows whose side were going off, illuminating it.

I just don’t know what that has to do as an ongoing intro to a sporting event.

At this point,  being brave would seem to be getting out from behind the illuminations of our distracting tele-screens.  Getting out of the house and saying hi to our neighbors.

Braver still, would be to travel to other countries, find some bipedal earthlings the government tells us are our enemies.

Say hello, shake their hand, realize they are fellow space travelers, with parents,  maybe with children.  Have concerns and worries for their future, might speak a different language,  hold different beliefs,  still human though.

Not me, I’m going to stay hunkered down behind the rampart of my keyboard and continue to make these ouroboros observations.

Not one to lodge a complaint with out proposing a solution,  maybe it is the birthday song they could play instead.

With that many people there it is bound to be somebody’s birthday and it would be really special if lots of strangers helped celebrate.

Or as a National or Personal Anthem

Could use the intro and outro from Iron Maiden’s “Revelation”.

“Oh God of earth and alter,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride”

GK Chesterton

“Bind us all together
Ablaze with Hope and Free,
No storm or heavy weather
Will rock the boat, you’ll see
The time has come to close
Your eyes
And still the wind and rain,
For the one who will be King
Is the Watcher in the Ring

It is you,
It is you.

Iron Maiden’s “Revelation”

Or perhaps

Muse’s “Uprising”

To get the blood pumping before sitting on uncomfortable seats for 3 plus hours.

“Uprising”

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume
They’ll try to push drugs (tv)
that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that we will never see
the truth around
(so come on)

Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie
to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts
wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape
to keep the truth confined
(so come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
(so come on)

Interchanging mind control
Come, let the revolution take its toll
If you could flick the switch
and open your third eye
You’d see that we should never
be afraid to die
(so come on)

Rise up and take the power back
It’s time the fat cats had a heart attack
You know that their time’s coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend
(so come on)

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