Bob Dylan - - Changing of the Guard ?

I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. Bob Dylan

"Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
- Morpheus

Masters Of War

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the 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 all 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 That 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 over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead.------- Bob Dylan 1963

Sunday, March 4, 2012

The Trench: Afghanistan’s “Calm” Ready to Shatter

The Trench: Afghanistan’s “Calm” Ready to Shatter

Last Wednesday President Barack Obama made the apolitical decision to apologize for the burning of Korans at Afghanistan’s Bagram Airfield. Despite the probability that offended Afghans would regard his apology, one of many offered by U.S. officials, as insincere, the White House possessed no other option besides an expression of unequivocal remorse. Anything less would have reinforced the impression that America is insensitive to Afghan culture and Islam in general. Seemingly satisfied with his response, Obama then made the politically-motivated decision to counterattack the GOP by taking credit for “calming the situation.”
As the release of Washington and Kabul’s investigations looms over the deaths of two more U.S. servicemen, gunned down by an Afghan soldier, Obama is liable to pay more for his latest statements than an apologetic letter to Hamid Karzai. READ MORE
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