11.3.04
Don't forget to trip the rift!!!
Just because it happens in nature, doesn't mean it's natural.
--Uh...I think by definition, it is.
Daily Show
"It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a nigger, kike, wop or spic." (Heller, 46).
Lifve by the foma that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.
The Books of Bokonon, I:5
"Fifty-third Calypso,"
Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park,
And a liaon-hunter
In the jungle dark,
And a Chinese dentist,
And a British queen--
All fit together
In the same machine.
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice--
So many different people
in the same device.
(14).
Mother, Mother, how I pray
For you to guard us every day.
You are not dead,
But only sleeping.
We should smile,
And stop our weeping.
(58).
Americans, in being hated, were simply paying the normal penalty of being people, and that they were foolish to think they should somehow be exempted from that penalty, (87).
A fish pitched up
By the angry sea,
I gasped on land,
And I became me.
(93).
Tsvent-kiul, tsvent-kiul, lett-pool store,
Ko jy tsvantoor bat voo yore.
Put-shinik on lo shee zo brath,
Kam oon teetron on lo nath,
Tsvent-kiul, tsvent-kiul, lett-pool store,
Ko jy tsvantoor bat voo yore.
(94).
Oh, a very sorry people, yes,
Did I find here.
Oh, they had no music,
And they had no beer.
And, oh, everywhere
Where they tried to perch
Belonged to Castle Sugar, Incorporated,
Or the Catholic church.
(106).
I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made thnis sad world
A par-a-dise.
(109).
We will touch our feet, yes,
Yes, for all we're worth,
And we will love each other, yes,
Yes, like we love our Mother Earth.
(132).
No damn cat, and no damn cradle. (Vonnegut, 137).
So I said good-bye to government
And I gave my reason:
That a really good religion
Is a form of treason.
(143).
See the cat? See the cradle?
(148).
Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
(150).
Gott mate mutt.
Dyot meet mat.
(180).
"Where's my good old gang done gone?"
I heard a sad man say.
I whispered in that sad man's ear,
"Your gang's done gone away."
(185).
A lover's a liar,
To himself he lies.
The truthful are loveless,
Like oysters their eyes!
(190).
The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon :
What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope of Mankind on Earth, GIven the Experience of the Past Million Years?
Nothing.
(199).
Someday, someday, this crazy world will have to end,
And our God will take things back that He to us did lend,
And if, on that sad day, you want to scold your God,
Why go right ahead and scold Him. He'll just smile and nod.
(218).
Of all the words of mice and men the saddest are "it might have been."
(225).
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.... He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.
(227).
Midget, midget, midget, how he struts and winks,
For he knows a man's as big as whe he hopes and thinks.
(229).
If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly , and thumbing my nose at You KNow Who.
(231).
Just because it happens in nature, doesn't mean it's natural.
--Uh...I think by definition, it is.
Daily Show
"It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a nigger, kike, wop or spic." (Heller, 46).
Lifve by the foma that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.
The Books of Bokonon, I:5
"Fifty-third Calypso,"
Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park,
And a liaon-hunter
In the jungle dark,
And a Chinese dentist,
And a British queen--
All fit together
In the same machine.
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice;
Nice, nice, very nice--
So many different people
in the same device.
(14).
Mother, Mother, how I pray
For you to guard us every day.
You are not dead,
But only sleeping.
We should smile,
And stop our weeping.
(58).
Americans, in being hated, were simply paying the normal penalty of being people, and that they were foolish to think they should somehow be exempted from that penalty, (87).
A fish pitched up
By the angry sea,
I gasped on land,
And I became me.
(93).
Tsvent-kiul, tsvent-kiul, lett-pool store,
Ko jy tsvantoor bat voo yore.
Put-shinik on lo shee zo brath,
Kam oon teetron on lo nath,
Tsvent-kiul, tsvent-kiul, lett-pool store,
Ko jy tsvantoor bat voo yore.
(94).
Oh, a very sorry people, yes,
Did I find here.
Oh, they had no music,
And they had no beer.
And, oh, everywhere
Where they tried to perch
Belonged to Castle Sugar, Incorporated,
Or the Catholic church.
(106).
I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made thnis sad world
A par-a-dise.
(109).
We will touch our feet, yes,
Yes, for all we're worth,
And we will love each other, yes,
Yes, like we love our Mother Earth.
(132).
No damn cat, and no damn cradle. (Vonnegut, 137).
So I said good-bye to government
And I gave my reason:
That a really good religion
Is a form of treason.
(143).
See the cat? See the cradle?
(148).
Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?"
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
(150).
Gott mate mutt.
Dyot meet mat.
(180).
"Where's my good old gang done gone?"
I heard a sad man say.
I whispered in that sad man's ear,
"Your gang's done gone away."
(185).
A lover's a liar,
To himself he lies.
The truthful are loveless,
Like oysters their eyes!
(190).
The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon :
What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope of Mankind on Earth, GIven the Experience of the Past Million Years?
Nothing.
(199).
Someday, someday, this crazy world will have to end,
And our God will take things back that He to us did lend,
And if, on that sad day, you want to scold your God,
Why go right ahead and scold Him. He'll just smile and nod.
(218).
Of all the words of mice and men the saddest are "it might have been."
(225).
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.... He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.
(227).
Midget, midget, midget, how he struts and winks,
For he knows a man's as big as whe he hopes and thinks.
(229).
If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly , and thumbing my nose at You KNow Who.
(231).
