It's Feargul O'Sharkey (The Undertones"Here Comes Norman", his solo career "A good Heart is Hard to Find" or something like that).For fookssake, you look it up on yer bluddy Google or what have ya.Fook.
a night on Irish cable radio here in the Nordic Vunderland and the days
are growing shorter and shorter at a far faster pace than back home now.This
weekend we all roll our clocks back even more!!!Fancy
that, yet another dark hour to swill back more liquor in the afternoon!Not
alot of folk would understand (appreciate) that kinda comment, but then
again, alot folk have their head so far up their backside about such rudimentary
things as wearing the same pair o' socks two days in a row.
that matter, who cares about socks?What
happened to mischief and useless fun exercises, such as hours upon hours
of playing "Joes" with Hot Wheel or Matchbox cars in whatever dirt pile
(yes... full ofbugs and infestations)
presented itself.We made city planning
childsplay.Such a shame we feel
"experts" have to do it all.We use
to ride our bikes through paths and gulleys unattended, stacked bricks
under our jumping ramps so high, and then lay in front of the ramp to see
just how gutsy we actually were.We
were the reasonable ones in our neighbourhood.We
indulged intorture, toad mutilation,
picking and eating gum off the street ... one kid even ate worms after
a good summer's rain.Dwayne ran
through the glass front door of the house and Billy chased Bobby with an
axe through their front yard down the street.Sorry
folks, but this all went part and parcel with endless hours ofStand
All, Hide 'N Seek (we had an average of 15 - 20 kids per night), Champ
and building forts (winter and summer).Big
kids just looked after the littler ones.That's
all there was to it.
I'm not saying all this is normal folks, what I am saying is ... if this is where normal folks of the '70's come from, where is all that bizarre, illogical, Lord of the Flies type of mentality being channelled (read: suppressed) today?No wonder kids are going apeshit and slaughtering one another, their parents, whatever.The investigative mind has been
CTR-X 'd.We would like to believe that all the anvils dropped on the coyote's head were wanton, repulsive violence. But I say otherwise.We eliminated the coyote andgave them universal soldiers combating ultimate evil forcesinstead.No longer a stupid, hungry coyote trying to score a meal with modern methods, but rather super human beings constantly striving for the conquest of "GOOD" over "EVIL".If only life were so grandiose.Sometimes, you are simply a coyote, and it takes a few anvils to learn that your goals are still worth striving for.
You know, we complain so much about a time back when our parents had respect for simpler things, and respect for each other, but I don't even have to go that far back to lodge my complaints.Rest assured that my kids will hit entire rolls of"caps" with a hammer to scare the shit out of their mother, and we will whack stones against each other just to see the sparks (okay, they will have safety glasses on), and we will build a tree fort, or maybe just a lean to underneath a weeping willow where they will do terrible things like sneak cigarettes and first kisses, beyond the auspices of the "adult"world.Many may say this world does not exist, that this is no longer the "real" world.Well if all today's paranoia and denial of responsibility is your real world ... I elect not to be a part of, nor do I surrender my family to it, and I do believe that choice is still up to me ... hmmm?
back to october
back to themep.com