Rainy Friday Night
One wonders if the Anglicans or the English ever said a prayer when the Turkish military killed thousands of Greeks in Cyprus with American and British weapons in a matter of days, or when Orthodox Christians get killed by Albanians or Slavic Muslims every week? And what about the many Christians killed by Israeli firepower this year , and what of Iraqi Christians bombed, napalmed and immolated by Americans and their English partners? The list could go on into eternity it seems. But mass man will always shed tears and recite prayers for what those who determine what mass man should hear, see and buy.
David Irving, another Englishman I can appreciate along with comic genius Rowan Atkinson, had some acerbic wit to add to this spectacle in his newsletter: "The Americans have a saying - what goes around comes around, and it now seems they aren't always referring to the merry-go-round on the pier at Santa Monica or the baggage carousel at LAX."
Tonight it rained , I liked the rain. If only it could wash away all the sluts congregating on the street , smoking their cigarettes , flashing their buttocks and mammary glands in front of all those dreary bars on First Avenue and take all those crappy newspapers with headlines of "Hell" and "Blitz" down into the sewers where they belong, its not to be. The rain did not come down that hard tonight.