A sadness hung in the air of the Cracker Barrel in Pascagoula Mississippi. Everyone sensing they had been bamboozled but not ready to admit it to themselves.
Leadership is a mater of intelligence, trustworthiness, humaneness, courage, and sternness.
The Art of War
Trump: 0 for 5
The search continues.
At first, I thought it was ‘Minimum Wage’. Then ‘You and Your Racist Friend’. Both deserving of further exploration.
But in the category of life imitating art, tonight I believe the winner is ‘Kiss Me Son of God’.
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they’ve overcome their shyness
Now they’re calling me “Your Highness”
And the world screams, “Kiss me, son of God”
You take a listen and decide for yourself.
I was remixing an old song last night. Trying to see if I can pull out a better song from the old tracks. During the process I came across these lyrics (I say came across because it is almost as if someone else wrote them – me of 20 years ago).
Somewhere East of Cain we all lost ground
Eden guards her fruit, the rains tumble down.
Faith comes, religion falls
Graffiti art on the cloister walls
Somewhere East of Cain we all lost ground.