Random Thoughts

-Last weekend the Passion of the Christ was shown at the town movie theater and did a full-house business. I find this confusing since it is an R rated movie. R rated movies do not do well in this town. When we showed Chicago a group of older ladies walked out of it because it was "dirty." But this movie? A packed house. Even people who will not normally let their children seen any movie rated above a G were sending their children to see Passion. Well, you know what they say about giving the people what they want. I guess people here want a horrific sadomasochistic film about a man who willingly lets himself be tortured to death.

We will be showing the film again this Easter weekend. I bet we turn people away.


-After the uprising and killings in Iraq this week I read in the paper that the generals running this fiasco are saying that we need to send more soldiers over to Iraq to help end this mess. Funny, that's how we slowly got sucked into that quicksand we called the Vietnam War. Day by day, inch by inch, soldier by soldier. Well, if we are going to follow that path again we might as well pull out some of those old anti-war songs. Here is one to get you started. We can change the who, what, and where later.

I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds,
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Huh!

Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
sung by Country Joe and the Fish.

(God, am I in a mood today.)