Worthy adversaries go their separate ways
In this, my final published word at GCSU, I’d like to begin by thanking all of you. Thanks for reading, responding, supporting me and thank you for loathing me. What’s the point in living if you can’t get under people’s skin from time to time? I have accepted the fact that we will never agree on many issues, most of which is attributed to cultural differences; some of us find beauty in rock n’ roll and decadence, some in duck-hunting and Bible camp.
Conservatism is nothing to be ashamed of, but there is something unsettling, even scary, about so many of you accepting the current run of things; the simple fact that you are young. There is something wrong with blind acceptance.
But, as long as we listen to one another without bloodshed, we’re still doing better than most of this miserable world. There will always be opinions and most of us will disregard them. Regardless, they are vital in this free world. But, there is something much more important, and I hope you all will seek it, disregarding the words of myself, so-called experts and certainly, the President of the United States.
What is that exactly? As any stereotypical so-called liberal would, I will let my pal, John Lennon, finish things off:
Give Me Some Truth
I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I’m sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
I’ve had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It’s money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
Good luck, my friends, and someone out there, please, keep some kind of an alternative voice alive long after I’ve gone. We have been forced to give a damn because of extreme circumstances. As this administration has taught us, politics are nothing short of life and death.
Posted by Colonnade Archives
on Apr 21 2006. Filed under Opinion.
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