So Dance, dance, dance...dedicated with love to Joann who is.

This entry is a first for me; I've never "re-run" one of my own blogs before which is actually a rerun and a rerun and a rerun of a rerun throughout time...God, Allah, Goddess, Lord and Lady, Buddha, Whatever, Attacker Moon...I already told you in my last blurb that I couldn't find my voice and that hasn't changed because I'm borrowing someone else's once again. Behold what we wreak upon us all...I can only not FIND my words, but today, I am utterly beyond words. So from a sickbed, (and were I not already ill, I'd have surely been MADE ill by my feverish, delusional observations of today),my soul stirs to frame the horror of it ALL with this:

Crucifixion Lyrics
Artist: Phil Ochs

And the night comes again to the circle studded sky
The stars settle slowly, in lonliness they lie
'Till the universe expodes as a falling star is raised
Planets are paralyzed, mountains are amazed
But they all glow brighter from the briliance of the blaze
With the speed of insanity, then he dies.

In the green fields a turnin', a baby is born
His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn
An assault upon the order, the changing of the guard
Chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard
And the only single sound is the sighing of the stars
But to the silence and distance they are sworn

So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you

Images of innocence charge him go on
But the decadence of destiny is looking for a pawn
To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate
And a blinding revelation is laid upon his plate
That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn.

So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore,
But the louder that he screams the longer he's ignored
For the wine of oblivion is drunk to the dregs
And the merchants of the masses almost have to be begged
'Till the giant is aware, someone's pulling at his leg,
And someone is tapping at the door.

To dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you

Then his message gathers meaning and it spreads accross the land
The rewarding of his pain is the following of the man
But ignorance is everywhere and people have their way
Success is an enemy to the losers of the day
In the shadows of the churches, who knows what they pray
For blood is the language of the band.

The Spanish bulls are beaten; the crowd is soon beguiled,
The matador is beautiful, a symphony of style
Excitement is estatic, passion places bets
Gracefully he bows to ovations that he gets
But the hands that are applauding are slippery with sweat
And saliva is falling from their smiles

So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you

Then this overflow of life is crushed into a liar
The gentle soul is ripped apart and tossed into the fire.
First a smile of rejection at the nearness of the night
Truth becomes a tragedy limping from the light
All the heavens are horrified, they stagger from the sight
As the cross is trembling with desire.

They say they can't believe it, it's a sacreligious shame
Now, who would want to hurt such a hero of the game?
But you know I predicted it; I knew he had to fall
How did it happen? I hope his suffering was small.
Tell me every detail, for I've got to know it all,
And do you have a picture of the pain?

So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you

Time takes her toll and the memory fades
but his glory is broken, in the magic that he made.
Reality is ruined; it's the freeing from the fear
The drama is distorted, to what they want to hear
Swimming in their sorrow, in the twisting of a tear
As they wait for the new thrill parade.

Yes, the eyes of the rebel have been branded by the blind
To the safety of sterility, the threat has been refined
The child was created to the slaughterhouse he's led
So good to be alive when the eulogy is read
The climax of emotion, the worship of the dead
And the cycle of sacrifice unwinds.

So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you

And the night comes again to the circle studded sky
The stars settle slowly, in lonliness they lie
'Till the universe expodes as a falling star is raised
Planets are paralyzed, mountains are amazed
But they all glow brighter from the briliance of the blaze
With the speed of insanity, then he died.

*All credits given to Phil Ochs, author, whom I think would approve.

Crawford in hiding....how much Viagra I wonder has been consumed this day?

One more remark then I return to feverish sleep which is a good place to be...

MR. pRESIDENT?? Can you tell me? Where is Osama bin "Layden" (in Rummyspeak) Huh??



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And so "this is Christmas".....

Let's see...where did I leave off? Ah, yes...we won the House and Senate...and, I simply must leave it at that as I still haven't found my voice. It's a complex matter whenever one is caught between a time that ought to be joyful yet smacks of sorrow because I don't know about you but it seems to me we didn't quite get the head of the hydra. I've refrained from comment quite deliberately because my mind is having a great deal of trouble making sense of most of what's happened SINCE we won the House and Senate. And I'm quite befuddled because:

*I thought We the People sent out a resounding chorus of "I ain' gonna study war no more" yet, he wants to deploy more troops and looks like he'll probably get his way...

*We stood for the sacredness of the Constitution but but but "impeachment is off the table."

*Some of those in power who agreed with us and wished to get OUT of Iraq are planning to vote for spending yet MORE dineros to FINANCE this war they no longer believe in. Is it me?

*The Iraq Study Group - what a MARVELOUS job they did studying bush's war plan...change a word here, substitute a phrase there, re-entitle a few things and VOILA! They made nothing out of nothing and looks like no one should be firing up the engines carting our "brave freedom fighters" or the "liberators" who've discovered a whole new level of war sport out there in what once was the holiest of all lands.

*Einstein said (here's where you should leave, neo-cons - genuises are not generally your forte) that the definition of INSANITY is "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." Though insanity is an overall theme in this administration, the insanity I'm speaking of here is the kind of insanity that swarms over supposedly sane, elected leaders and supposedly sane, American electorate who can sit down in front of their daily dose of Big Brother's Ministry of Truth and view a president stand before the world in front of a lectern and deliver an address that makes him look and sound totally batshit crazy and say NOTHING!!!

I may be a psychiatric nurse and possess a wee bit more knowledge than the average lay person but trust me - a two year old has the ability to identify that the cowboy engaged in war crim...oops, war GAMES, gets a free pass from EVERYONE...some might call it the "elephant" in the room but in my heart of hearts, I'd wish it to be a cow or a horse. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG HERE??? WE HAVE AN AMENDMENT TO TAKE CARE OF AN INDISPOSED PRESIDENT! HE'S CRAZY! MEDICATED! DON'T YOU SEE IT YET??? WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE FOR YOU TO DO SO??? Are you REALLY waiting for Santa to drop through the chimney? Beliefs held by children are not so different from those who can sit back and watch this poor, demented man, the spokesman for our NATION stand up in front of the world and babble and slur his speech like someone who just got out of an ECT treatment! Until his insanity is addressed, this country is going nowhere except to the line that marks sanity and the abyss. I've seen it for 6 years now and still, when I turn on C-Spam or the so-called network news, I don't see anyone announcing that the President of the United States of America has been placed in 4 point restraint, removed from the White House on a stretcher and involuntarily admitted to the psychiatric unit at Walter Reed Army Hospital. THAT'S my Christmas wish, my weekly wish, my daily wish, my every single moment it doesn't happen wish.

But alas, I told you from the start I was a dreamer...except now, I seem to be living a nightmare. Will anyone come by and wake me up??? Will it be you, Dennis? John? C'mon, John...I met you in New Haven...my Lord what a specimen...Obama, no, not you...but enjoy your ride...if you just weren't so DLC-ish, I could abide you...Dodd? Biden? Vilsack? Oh, please, sit down and stop waving your hands. Who, WHO is it going to be who leads me and those of you who share my values out of our collective nightmare? Santa? Maybe it will be you after all.

So, Merry Christmas and a HO! HO! HO!

Deliverance and Penitence May We All Know.

"Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with Me,"

Let us truly remember what it means to be free.