Been there, bought the T-shirt, msolga?
Well, actually no, Letty. :wink:
But can you believe this?:
Iraqi Death Toll Rose Above 3,400 in July:
3,400 dead Iraqi civilians in just one month.
Shocking.
No wonder those terrorists will think they have their justification.
"There are 'NO WAR ON IRAQ' signs
even on other planets in the solar system."
From the collection of the late Mahmoud Kahil (Arab News, 3/14/03).
- Let's travel to Earth.
- No, it's inhabited by violent and dangerous creatures.
http://www.aljazeerah.info/Cartoons/2003%20cartoons/Jan-May%2016/March%202003%20cartoons.htm
ENDYMION wrote:- Let's travel to Earth.
- No, it's inhabited by violent and dangerous creatures.
Indeed!
Many thanks for the cartoons & the link, Endy.
Really interesting stuff.
Another light-hearted 'toon
When I was 13 and learning the guitar I knew this song. I can't believe how relevant it still is today.
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Panzade, when I play my vinyl recordings, I always end the session with that song. It speaks to me as loudly today as when I bought the record, in 1964.
...and how relevent this song still is!
Eve Of Destruction
By Barry McGuire, 1965
The eastern world it tis explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
and marches alone can't bring integration,
when human respect is disintegratin',
this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Tehn take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
but when your eturn, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
How wonderful to find all these new posts (all sorts!
) tonight, from all of you!
Hooray!
More, more!
