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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

You Send Me: Sam Cooke and Isaiah 6   IS 6:1 In the year that king Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up; and his train filled the temple. IS 6:2 Above him stood the seraphim. Each one had six wings. With two he covered his face. With two he covered his feet. With two he flew. IS 6:3 One called to another, and said, "Holy, holy, holy, is Yahweh of Armies! The whole earth is full of his glory!" IS 6:4 The foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. IS 6:5 Then I said, "Woe is me! For I am undone, because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for my eyes have seen the King, Yahweh of Armies!" IS 6:6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar. IS 6:7 He touched my mouth with it, and said, "Behold, this has touched your lips; and your iniquity is taken away, and your sin forgiven." IS 6:8 I heard the Lord's voice, saying, "Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?" Then I said, "Here I am. Send me!"   7:41:05 PM    comment []

The Radio Is Broken The cosmos at large It's so very big It's so far away The comets . . . the craters . . . the vapors The solar wind The residual echoes . . . the residual echoes The residual echoes from the giant explosion Where they said it beginned The germs from space! The negative-virus knit-wear The blobulent suit That's right! THE BLOBULENT SUIT It's made of rubber, it's very ugly It's got an air hose . . . (The guy that has it all has a SPACE WRENCH!) The things that were supposed to be green In the black and white movies They get you in the neck when you're not looking They get you, they get you, they get you, get you, get you The radio is broken - it don't work no more The radio is broken - it don't work no more The lovely Lisa Kranston: (Her father invented the secret fuel (that's right!) For the rocket) So she gets to go with a clipboard! She writes it down when the meters go around And falls in love in a space warp Space warp Space warp The giant knobs The porthole where you see the earth for the first time The corrugated fiberglass interior walls The partially reclining G-force lawn furniture The brown hole The pointed brassieres The atomic war The tiny little dresses on the space girls A love-starved race begging to reproduce With earthmen They need to reproduce (with John Agar) They need to reproduce (with Morris Ankrum) They need to reproduce (with Richard Basehart) They need to reproduce (with Jackie Coogan) They need to reproduce (with Sonny Tufts) The botchino . . . the botchino . . . the botchino The gigantic spider The co-pilot always plays the harmonica The navigator always gets killed by a bad space person Uh-oh - the radio is broken It don't work anymore The radio is broken It don't work anymore The radio is broken It don't work anymore We'll never get back to the Earth no more Uh-oh! We have to fall in love, on Uranus! The radio is ... That's right - uh-oh The radio is broken The meteor storm You spilled your coke You're stepping on the popcorn JOHN AGAR! Uh-oh . . . (Dwarf Nebula)   7:23:33 PM    comment []

When Every Day Is Groundhog Day   Sometimes I feel like a scum fish, Oh Lord! Sucking up carp poop from the canal bed, no shit! I’ve suffered so long, baby, my sense of humor is drawn Like the guts of planked catfish roasted on a dung fire, Sweet Jesus.   (There’s no meter or rhyme, catch my driftwood, Jimmy?)   7:03:59 PM    comment []

The latest MyDoom that crippled Google and other search engines earlier today was triggered by curiosity about bin Laden. Funny, thoughts about suicide of the incarnate evil one tickled my fancy over the weekend, so it doesn’t surprise me that it became a successful meme.   The value of bin Laden as a leader has become seriously deflated. Any fatwas issued give clues to his GPS coordinates. It is arguable whether his continued existence is of positive value to the man who pronounced him “WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE.” His existence, or even doubts about it, is a big black mark on the Texas bravado of his nemesis.   At the same time, the Texan has proved himself a valuable recruiting tool for the murderous legions of al-Qaeda. The misguided excursion into Iraq and the ghastly pictures from Abu Ghraib have swollen the enlistment lines for suicide bombers, “The Terrorist Cruise Missiles.”   Captured, bin Laden is a feather in the cap for Bush, especially as an October Surprise. That is not necessarily a bad thing for the bin Laden cause because it thrives on martyrdom. However, even a humble man has some pride and I don’t think he’d concede this battle to his adversary.   Hitler kept the aura of the Third Reich alive for a couple of decades following his suicide by keeping it secretive and having a loyal aide clumsily destroy his body. He did not want to become a trophy.   Given bin Laden’s options and belief in martyrdom, I believe he would choose discreet suicide over inevitable capture. That way the mystery remains, the questions linger, and the cause continues. It would have to be assisted so the body could be disposed of in a manner that his death could never be confirmed. On the plus side, a continued search for him would waste his adversary’s resources much as the tangential military excursion into Iraq did. Know thy enemy; know thyself: 100 battles, 100 victories. At some point, even the general is just a soldier and considers himself expendable. 3:05:44 AM    comment []