One day, she said, the water's gonna either rise up and swallow us or poison us to death. It doesn't care either way. It'll just sway to the dance of the moon and drift on for another billion years.
Wielding a Sharp Occam's Razor
Moby (who like Peter Gabriel, Massive Attack, Bjork, and Halou always finds a way onto my iPod) steps in and saves me from making a flailing rage-hole out of myself about the whole Schiavo affair. Maybe it's his full-on embrace of being an artist who can step outside of culture to study it. Maybe it's the fact he's that increasingly rare American Christian who, you know, remembers something about Jesus being sympathetic and compassionate. Maybe it's because he's damn smart. Anyway you slice it, he fires a proton torpedo down the hypocrisy hole of the Right Wing Death Star with this bon mot.
this is why it's hard to take the far-right seriously. they believe in the sanctity of human life, but yet they begin wars that result in hundreds of thousands of deaths.they believe in the sanctity of human life, but yet they pass legislation that allows polluters to put toxins into the air and water that will result in miscarriages and still-born deliveries. they believe in the sanctity of human life, but yet they allow americans to buy assault weapons. they believe in the sanctity of human life, but yet they are pro-death penalty. it just makes no sense to me.
Nothing to add, except go buy Moby's new album. Piss off the Necrophiliac Right.
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