Thursday, 18 June, 2015 -( 24°C / 75°F – Sunny, breezy & almost cloudless in New Brunswick @ 5:25 pm )-
— I woke up with “Love is all around me” by the Troggs, echoing in my head –
— To tell ya the truth, this started echoing yesterday, when it was laced with dark irony, and it kind of saturated something in my brain, or mind, or whatever I have left in there. And it began to sound like a promise that good things can happen to good people if they can transmute their anger and other negative emotions.
— I was going to write this earlier, but we’re dealing with catastrophic b.s. on the web site front. & then we gotta update things manually to plug known security holes.
— But in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s, many of us who had been through hellacious childhoods were heading into young adulthood with an energy and optimism that didn’t make sense to anybody, but we all wanted to celebrate the hell out of it. We knew we could change the world and we wanted to do exactly that- make this planet a place where decent, loving, friendly human beings would want to live and share their most harmonious visions of Heaven on Earth. We really did.
— And then the military industrial complex and the MK-Ultra ice-holes began sending shooters up Texas Towers and activating brainwashed ‘manchurian candidate’ like pawns to shoot down peaceniks like John Lennon, their rally call, “-If ya can’t beat ’em- kill ’em-”
— Our rallying cry? Hey, Neil Young came to our aid with “Ohio” and we should be able to insert new players in place of ‘Nixon’ there, like “Tin soldiers and Trump is coming – He thinks he is on a roll – This summer we’re seeing through him, eyes dead and an lifeless soul-”
— Steal our songs, you moron, and you’ll never find all the pieces of your mind when your Karma explodes in your face.
————— The Merry Old Philosopher rises from the ashes –