02-06-2004, 04:19 PM
So now it's "Terrorists."
When I was younger, long long ago, we blamed bloody everything on the "Damn Dirty Reds" and "Them Damn Chinese."
If say, while watching the television, and it became much fuzzier then the usual fuzziness, the Reds were responsible. Somehow. Those damn Russians were screwing with American TV signals just to dick around with our heads. If there was a particularly nasty cold or a flu going around, the Ruskies had sent a bug over to kill us all. The Commies were out to get us.
Manufactured Boogeymen. You know, that sounds just as bad as Wardrobe Malfunction. Anyhoo, there seems to be a lot of Manufactured Boogeymen. Oh the Indians are coming. Oh no the coloured folks out in the fields are getting uppity. Oh no the British are coming. Oh drats the Spanish are coming. Oh nuts the bloody Irish keep coming. Oh no the Reds are coming. Oh no the Hackers are taking over. Oh no there are terrorists around every corner.
Humans as a species seem to need a boogeyman. From in the closet and under the bed, to out in our daily lives and straight into our heads. (Hey that rhymes)
Having been Manufactured into a Boogeyman my self, my opinion might be biased. So kiss my grits.
When I was younger, long long ago, we blamed bloody everything on the "Damn Dirty Reds" and "Them Damn Chinese."
If say, while watching the television, and it became much fuzzier then the usual fuzziness, the Reds were responsible. Somehow. Those damn Russians were screwing with American TV signals just to dick around with our heads. If there was a particularly nasty cold or a flu going around, the Ruskies had sent a bug over to kill us all. The Commies were out to get us.
Manufactured Boogeymen. You know, that sounds just as bad as Wardrobe Malfunction. Anyhoo, there seems to be a lot of Manufactured Boogeymen. Oh the Indians are coming. Oh no the coloured folks out in the fields are getting uppity. Oh no the British are coming. Oh drats the Spanish are coming. Oh nuts the bloody Irish keep coming. Oh no the Reds are coming. Oh no the Hackers are taking over. Oh no there are terrorists around every corner.
Humans as a species seem to need a boogeyman. From in the closet and under the bed, to out in our daily lives and straight into our heads. (Hey that rhymes)
Having been Manufactured into a Boogeyman my self, my opinion might be biased. So kiss my grits.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."