21st Century Schizoid Man

[chlamor]

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"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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http://www.nocompromise.org/images/masses.jpg

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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/MiamiModel.jpg

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

http://flyservers.com/members5/policecrime.com/images/a_seattle_police1.JPG

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/masses.jpg

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/thugs1.jpg

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/MiamiModel.jpg

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

http://flyservers.com/members5/policecrime.com/images/a_seattle_police1.JPG

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/masses.jpg

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/thugs1.jpg

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/MiamiModel.jpg

http://www.prisonplanet.com/images/november2005/301105police.jpg

http://ftaaimc.org/images/2003/11/2269.jpg

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

http://flyservers.com/members5/policecrime.com/images/a_seattle_police1.JPG

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/masses.jpg

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/thugs1.jpg

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/MiamiModel.jpg

http://www.prisonplanet.com/images/november2005/301105police.jpg

http://ftaaimc.org/images/2003/11/2269.jpg

http://graphics.boston.com:80/bonzai-fba/AP_Photo/2003/12/14/1071392977_9066.jpg

http://www.drlaniac.com/images/2004_01/FTAA/img07.jpg

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

http://flyservers.com/members5/policecrime.com/images/a_seattle_police1.JPG

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/masses.jpg

http://www.nocompromise.org/images/thugs1.jpg

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/MiamiModel.jpg

http://www.prisonplanet.com/images/november2005/301105police.jpg

http://ftaaimc.org/images/2003/11/2269.jpg

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"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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http://www.nocompromise.org/images/masses.jpg

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[chlamor]

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http://www.batguano.com/bgma/KCfaceA.jpg

"Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schiziod man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schiziod man."
Peter Sinfield

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[JeffR]

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams..."

:applause:

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[moof]

that violence is the way to solve things.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[kliljedahl]

That King Crimson cover always has freaked me out.

[Famdamily]

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My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

My 5 year old son tortured the family dog today...
Posted by mikelewis

Now before you get your panties in a tizzy, it wasn't his idea. He was not born sadistic and twisted... no child is. Up until today, he was a sweetheart of a child. He never caused harm to anything save for the occasional ant or potato bug that would scurry across his path. He'd pick them up with his clumsy little fingers and pinch the life out of them, strictly out of curiosity. He didn't mean them harm, he only wanted to get a closer look and their frail bodies just couldn't survive his natural inquisitiveness.

But today was the first day he intentionally harmed another living thing. He came home from kindergarten about 12:30 and I had taken the day off just so I could spend some quality time with him. I work so much it's hard to find the time to spend with him so when I do, I usually try to help mold him into not only a good man but a good law-abiding American. This day in age it's important to have the right qualifications to find a good job and things like morality and decency do not pay good dividends. It's also vitally important to start early. The formative years have a huge impact on how a child develops so I felt it necessary to prepare him for the job he may one day be forced to perform in defense of the innocent.

I figured the best way to prepare him for a job as an American "Detainer" was to introduce him to water-boarding. The nice thing about water-boarding is it doesn't leave any visible marks and isn't torture. I'd never want to think of my child as someone who would torture and as we all know, "America does not torture."

I began by explaining to him what we would be doing. Nothing in the past had prepared him for what we would do to the dog he loved so much so I didn't want to just jump right in without first explaining the reasoning behind what we were doing. I must admit, my first instinct was to lie to him. I thought that I could tell him that our dog, while appearing sweet and lovable, was actually planning on killing everyone in the house while we were sleeping and that we needed to make sure he never developed such ideas again in the future. I quickly discarded this idea as I realized that no one under the age of 18 would ever buy such nonsense. So instead, I decided to level with him. I told him...

"Son, the world has changed and it's important that you understand that you have to change with it. Now, you remember how I told you that it was never okay to intentionally cause harm to anything and that God would punish those who hurt others... well, that is different now. God wants us to do what our laws say to do and our President needs people who can follow the law. Do you understand?"

He nodded with a very serious expression on his face. I think my tone of voice was scaring him a bit but I had to go on.

"Good, that's good. Now, when you become a man, you must be prepared to do things to other men who are bad, things that take a lot of strength and courage to do. Sometimes you have to hurt a few bad people to save the good people. Even though you may not want to hurt people, don't you think it's worth it to save all the good people?

Again he nodded, this time a little slower and it was clear he didn't understood where I was going with this. In spite of his confusion, I pressed on...

"Good boy. Now sometimes it's not so easy to tell the good people from the bad people. Remember how I told you some bad people look like nice people and they try to get you to go with them by being nice and giving you candy? And remember how I told you about the lady down the street, how she looks mean but she's really not all that mean? It's sort of like that, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes and to save all the good people, it's some times necessary to hurt other good people by mistake to get to the bad people. Does this make sense?"

Clearly he didn't understand and his eyes got a little more frightened. He didn't nod but I knew he was starting to get the idea we were heading in a radically different direction than our previous talks. Usually, we'd talk about God and goodness, love and compassion and this conversation was unlike anything he was prepared for. He fidgeted a bit and started squirming in his chair but he was still listening.

"Okay, you're doing fine, don't be scared. I need you to listen to me a little while longer and then we're going to practice something new. Now, like I said, sometimes you have to hurt a few good people to get to the bad people and someone has to do it. Even though you may not want to, someone has to do it to keep everybody safe from the bad people. One day, you may be called on to do that, one day your country might need you to help save the whole world from the bad people and when that happens you have to be prepared to do that. You have to be ready to hurt innocent people to get to bad people and as your father, I have to prepare you for that day. Right now, you don't like hurting things and that's good but one day you're going to have to be able to do that... one day you may join the Army or get drafted into war and you will be ordered to do that. If they order you to do that, you have to do it, it's the law now... Remember how I told you that you always have to listen to the law, well, hurting bad people is now the law and one day you may have to do it to get a good job and feed your family and take care of your kids. That's what men do, we take care of our families and to do that you need a good job. To get a good job you have to do whatever the President says, do you understand?"

He nodded very slowly and even though I know he didn't understand what we were about to do, the seriousness in my voice and the patriotic passion in my eyes told him to just agree. I didn't really know how to make him feel any better about what we were going to do so I just accepted that he was still listening. I knew the act was going to teach him more than I ever could with words.

"Now, to get ready for when you are a man and you're country calls on you to hurt the bad people, you have to start now, you have to start early and get rid of anything that can stop you from doing what you have to do to survive. I know you're a good boy, I do, you're such a good boy and you always do what you have to do and I need you to be strong. I need you to get used to hurting things, I need you to start hurting small things so that when you are older you can do what your President wants you to do, okay? So we're going to start easy, we're not going to hurt anything really bad, we're just going to start real easy... Rusty!"

The dog came over wagging his tail and I picked him up. "Son, I know you love Rusty don't you?"

Even his young mind began to understand where we were going. I could see the fear and trepidation in his eyes, it registered in his whole body, he was paralyzed by it and could only nod. "Well, son, Rusty never hurt anything, he's innocent. Sure, he's pooped on the rug a few times and I hit him with rolled up newspaper for it but he's not "bad". But see, in order to hurt innocent people to get to the bad people, you need to start by being able to hurt this dog. Son, this is a dog and only a dog. It doesn't have a soul and God doesn't love dogs like he loves good people. It's okay to hurt a dog so that you can learn how to save good people..."

The realization of what I was talking about seemed to sink in like a ton of bricks settling on his head. He jumped up crying and ran to our dog screaming... "No, no, daddy, don't hurt Rusty, don't hurt Rusty..."

He was crying uncontrollably and I had to pry his little face from the dogs fur and I raised it up close to mine. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, "Son, I'm not going to hurt Rusty..." I paused and the silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eterenity... "I'm not going to hurt him... you are."

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[chlamor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpX71RZeev4

Violence, even terror, always exists on the periphery of America. These are the means by which empire is consolidated, defended, extended and perpetuated. There is, quite sadly, nothing new about Cho Seung-Hui and the massacre at Virginia Tech (no it is not close to being the "largest massacre in America" despite the MSM meme) the examples are numerous and all too easily drift off into the recesses our collective amnesia.

We live in a culture of increasing emptiness; there is a vacuum at the heart of our empire. Epidemics of illegal drugs succeed one another, while tens of millions, including children as young as two, need antidepressants to get through the day. A great hunger exists for anesthesia in the face of emotional devastation and loss. Everyone knows that something is missing, that meaning and value are steadily being leached out of daily life, along with its very texture.

"The less people really live - or perhaps more correctly, the more they become aware that they haven't really lived - the more abrupt and frightening death becomes for them, and the more it appears as a terrible accident." Theodor Adorno's observation of decades ago seems even more pertinent today. Exploding jetliners, school shootings and anthrax scares can terrify; meanwhile a much deeper crisis triggers a far more pervasive and fundamental fear.

The empire is global. There is nowhere to go to escape its corrosive barrenness. We live in the most standardized society that has ever existed. It seems the whole world now tends towards a universal sameness. A global unity of alienness, of disorientation and disconnection, destined to resemble a mall or an airport. People now dress alike in every major city in the world. They drink Coca-Cola, and watch many of the same TV shows.

The empire's landscape of unreality and routinization grows steadily more pathological. Damage to nature and violence to the psyche compete in a postmodern culture of denial, punctuated by eruptions of the homicidal at work, at home, at school. We can expect to hear more and more alarm bells that will wake us altogether. Peaceful slumber is unthinkable.

Who doesn't know, on some level, where this empire - this civilization - is taking us?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

[Daveparts]

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way,
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay.
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there.

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity.
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see.

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tommorow.

(2nd Impresstion part2)

Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!


Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies
Come inside the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You gotta see the show
It's a dynamo
You gotta see the show
It's rock and roll


Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
to Alexander's Ragtime Band
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own,
All our own. All our own.
Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
See the show!

Karn Evil (3rd Impresstion)

Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

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