Ref. Billy Joel's 'Leningrad'

But we are thinking of children of Gaza.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2W0fwkONMz0

https://www.middleeasteye.net/news/gaza-israel-admits-killing-children-cemetery-blaming-islamic-jihad?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=Social&utm_campaign=Social_Traffic&utm_content=ap_yjx983175g&fbclid=IwAR3ZZ7M1pgUxhhLxCFtli5WHhnY6wGb4JFQkxi_IBQaxDdcI73xFQ-8CmDM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgD_-dRZPgs

Tim Veater

5 months ago

Do people realise the machinations of arrogant and stupid world leaders and interests are drifting us almost inevitably to the exchange of nuclear weapons which would plunge the Western World into a new dark age? Putin has his finger on the nuclear trigger and he may be mad enough to use it if he is attacked by NATO or if he is otherwise backed into a corner. The American leader is a geriatric idiot who has proved his incompetence in Afghanistan and Putin has taken advantage of it. Ukraine has been the target of covert US/Israel attempts to wrench it from Soviet influence. The die was set in 2014 and this is the Russian payback. Any fool could see the likely outcome. Don't tell me the Western multi-billion military/intelligence/industrial complex was ignorant and benign, whilst blinding the world with a fabricated germ panic. If the Simpsons could predict it why could not they? Should we conclude not only they knew but had encouraged this environmental and social disaster? Has it not been the topic of sophisticated war games for decades? What was the outcome of those? Was it indeed a MAD outcome - Mutually Assured Destruction? Sadly the world is in the hands of maniacs and criminals. On the streets they throw a punch or thrust a knife. When in charge of States they can obliterate cities at the touch of a button. We suffer from a attitudinal paradox: being intentionally terrified by non-existent threats - Islamist terrorism/global warming/CO2/Covid - whilst being lulled into complacency over real ones, like nuclear annihilation, that has never gone away since 1945. Be in no doubt, a new Iron Curtain has descended, a new Cold War has been ushered in, the possibility nuclear exchange heightened. And all for what? I hope those that have engineered this 'new world order' are pleased with themselves.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgD_-dRZPgs

Tim Veater

7 years ago

The moral of the story: that to be human is to break through the artificial barriers created by those that profit from confrontation, aggression and war and the propaganda that supports it. The human suffering caused by greed and indifference was and is, incalculable. It is incumbent on everyone to resist repeating the same mistakes over and over.

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Life in the Fifties (Author Unknown)

Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,

Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.

There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,

For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,

Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.

We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,

We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.

We longed for love and romance and waited for our Prince,

And Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.

We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee'

And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and three was one too many,

And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see

A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,

And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.

We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,

Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,

And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,

And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go,

At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,

And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,

And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson and Zeppelins were not Led.

And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkeys lived in trees,

Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We'd never heard of microwaves or telephones in cars,

And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free,

And dorms were never co-ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,

And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.

And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,

And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Buick's came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,

And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,

And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,

We all wore superstructure bras, designed by Howard Hughes

We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea

Or prime-time ads for personal things in the Land That Made Me, Me.

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,

And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill.

And middle-aged was thirty-five and old was forty-three,

And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say,

And now instead of Maybelline, we swear by Retin-A.

They send us invitations to join AARP,

We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,

And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines.

And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be,

Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.