Amie suggested I write something about the inaugural. Which I am watching among tears – for relief for the end of the era of the Great Fly, and actually naïve delight in Obama, or rather, the crowd gathered hopefully to listen to him.
"For in that day every man shall cast away his idols of silver, and his idols of gold, which your own hands have made unto you [for] a sin."
Here’s the playlist for Social Democracy:
You gotta Serve somebody
Evolution Revolution Love
Walls come tumbling down
Sinnerman where you gonna run