Definately a California song. I might have to see if I can get that albumn. I did get Apocalyptica's "I'm Not Jesus".
Hence it is that such democracies have ever been spectacles of turbulence and contention; have ever been found incompatible with personal security or the rights of property; and have in general been as short in their lives as they have been violent in their deaths. Theoretic politicians, who have patronized this species of government, have erroneously supposed that by reducing mankind to a perfect equality in their political rights, they would, at the same time, be perfectly equalized and assimilated in their possessions, their opinions, and their passions. James Madison
#5. To: Peppa, farmfriend, nikki, Jethro Tull, mirage, PSUSA (#4)
There was a time when Kali was a paradise. Immigration and 1,000 other things have hollowed it right out, just like the Easter bunny in the song. Hollywood fairly radiates cultural pollution. The big farms eating up the small ones, banks at their sides, are the ones who have steadily brought in more and more Mexican laborers. Freeways were built when California was still a western state. Now it's Asian and Mestizo. And let's not forget the LBC.
There was a time when Kali was a paradise. Immigration and 1,000 other things have hollowed it right out, just like the Easter bunny in the song. Hollywood fairly radiates cultural pollution. The big farms eating up the small ones, banks at their sides, are the ones who have steadily brought in more and more Mexican laborers. Freeways were built when California was still a western state. Now it's Asian and Mestizo. And let's not forget the LBC.
Tell it brutha. It's already a war zone on every level. The land of milk and honey is no more. Not that the Californias haven't tried to turn it around. The 9th Circuit .. ensures the master agenda moves forward.
Makes me think of this song:
Natalie Merchant - San Andreas Fault
Go west
Paradise is there
You'll have all that you can eat
Of milk and honey over there
You'll be the brightest star
The world has ever seen
Sun-baked slender heroine
Of film and magazine
Go west
Paradise is there
You'll have all that you can eat
Of milk and honey over there
You'll be the brightest light
The world has ever seen
The dizzy height of a jet-set life
You could never dream
Your pale blue eyes
Strawberry hair
Lips so sweet
Skin so fair
Your future bright
Beyond compare
It's rags to riches
Over there
San Andreas Fault
Moved it's fingers
Through the ground
Earth divided
Plates collided
Such an awful sound
San Andreas Fault
Moved it's fingers
Through the ground
Terra cotta shattered
And walls came
Tumbling down
O promised land
O wicked ground
Build a dream
Tear it down
O promised land
What a wicked ground
Build a dream
Watch it fall down
"Frid. 5th snowd. hard all untill 12 O'clock at night, wind still continues to blow hard from the S.W. to day pretty clear a few clouds only Peggy very uneasy for fear we shall all perish with hunger we have but a little meat left & only part of 3 hides has to support Mrs. Reid, she has nothing left but one hide & it is on Graves shanty Milt. is livig there & likely will Keep that hide Eddys child died last night-" [Margaret Eddy was 5 years old.]
"The dated entries [above] are from the diary of Patrick Breen. Shortly after he moved his family into the cabin built two years earlier by the Stevens-Townsend-Murphy Party, Patrick Breen began a diary, recording in his terse fashion the events of that winter of entrapment." -- The Donner Party by Daniel M. Rosen.
Oh how we have let them down in the sacrifices they made to open up these lands for posterity.
"The dated entries [above] are from the diary of Patrick Breen. Shortly after he moved his family into the cabin built two years earlier by the Stevens-Townsend-Murphy Party, Patrick Breen began a diary, recording in his terse fashion the events of that winter of entrapment." -- The Donner Party by Daniel M. Rosen.
Oh how we have let them down in the sacrifices they made to open up these lands for posterity.
Buckeye,
Too many pieces were in motion long before we could possibly have known the game. We're where we are by design. It is now we are presented with the test.
Yes, and my point in posting stories about early settlers is meant to show that we would not have what we have today if they had not passed incredibly stringent tests before us. Our turn is coming, as well. To ignore that is to accept the gifts they've given us without honor.
Yes, and my point in posting stories about early settlers is meant to show that we would not have what we have today if they had not passed incredibly stringent tests before us. Our turn is coming, as well. To ignore that is to accept the gifts they've given us without honor.
Excellent point, well said, and I truly appreciate the stories very much.
Not to be cute here, but when grappling with perspective, Don McClean referred to us as 'a generation lost in space'. American Pie. Another who was trying to tell us a thing or three 30 years ago. Of the millions of chessmoves to get us to this point, we're on the fast-track now.