Then I get a little R & R. Pretty sweet eh?
I think so … I start my new job on Monday. I’m tired … so I should be going, I really just wanted to tell stevie that I love her and I can’t stop thinking about her. No idea why I blogged it, but I figure in 10 years I look into her eyes and smile or think of what could have been.
Only time will tell ….
For some reason I thought of this quote today. It’s so true and it’s direct from a classic movie:
Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll give it a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, "Send in the marines to secure the area" ’cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number was called, ’cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some guy from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks ’cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’ ’cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.
Name that movie, and you get a cookie … now here is rise against 
Warm yourself by the fire, son,
And the morning will come soon.
IÂ’ll tell you stories of a better time,
In a place that we once knew.
Before we packed our bags
And left all this behind us in the dust,
We had a place that we could call home,
And a life no one could touch.
DonÂ’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I donÂ’t need your help now,
You won’t let me down, down, down!
DonÂ’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I donÂ’t need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!
Down!
We are the angry and the desperate,
The hungry, and the cold,
We are the ones who kept quiet,
And always did what we were told.
But weÂ’ve been sweating while you slept so calm,
In the safety of your home.
WeÂ’ve been pulling out the nails that hold up
Everything youÂ’ve known.
DonÂ’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I donÂ’t need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!
DonÂ’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I donÂ’t need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!
So open your eyes child,
LetÂ’s be on our way.
Broken windows and ashes
Are guiding the way.
Keep quiet no longer,
WeÂ’ll sing through the day,
Of the lives that weÂ’ve lost,
And the lives weÂ’ve reclaimed.
Go!
DonÂ’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I donÂ’t need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!
DonÂ’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I donÂ’t need your help now,
You will let me down, down, down!
DonÂ’t hold me upÂ…
(I donÂ’t need your help, IÂ’ll stand my ground)
DonÂ’t hold me upÂ…
(I donÂ’t need your help)
No! No! No!
DonÂ’t hold me up!
(I donÂ’t need your help, IÂ’ll stand my ground)
DonÂ’t hold me up!
(I donÂ’t need your help, IÂ’ll stand my ground)
DonÂ’t let me down, down, down, down, down!
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