Lest Neil Forgets

I don't have much time tonight, as I'm kicking back with some rum and listening to music. I was enjoying the reverie for a bit, when an old song came up on the shuffle. It was Neil Young's Keep on Rockin' in the Free World.

The lyrics he sings are pretty good, if you hate yourself for using toilet paper and styrofoam. In Neil's book, mentioning these things count as social commentary, as if I am supposed to feel guilty for wiping my ass with anything but a handful of pine needles.

Anyway, the Rockin line that struck me the most was:

I Don't feel like Satan,
But I am to them,
So I'll try to forget it anyway I can.

That is a perfect summation of the West today, isn't it? And Neil wrote it back when he was supposedly 'cutting edge.'

I watched a documentary today that showed me all kinds of ways that Islamic facists think I am Satan, and want to kill me and you. And I thought, "These guys are nuts." But the thought crossed my mind that we'd stand up to them, or at least hold them off. I thought, "Sooner or later, your oil wells are going to give one big burp, we'll move on to sunflower oil or some damn thing, and you can go back to being....well, whatever you were before you made the headlines in 2001. Hopefully by then you'll let a doctor look at your wife's flesh before she dies of some common ailment."

But that's not going to happen. This documentary showed me how exactly like Nazi Germany the Islamic fascists are, with the added bonus of religion to back them up. Jihad, like life, is cheap. So they're here to stay.

Especially when one of our brave social commentators says, "I'll try to forget it anyway I can," when someone calls him Satan.

"Anyway he can." Meaning what? Getting drunk? Can't do that, they'll chop your head off for throwing back a Budweiser. Getting laid? Prostitutes are buried up to their necks and stoned to death for practicing the oldest profession. Praying to God? Which God, my friend? Because unless it's the dude that told Mohammed he was descended from Abraham (talk about 'hijacking' a religion a thousand years later), you're going to be sent to the mass grave with the other infidels.

Listen: if someone calls me or mine Satan, I'll kick their ass. If they step on my flag, I'll give them a knee that will bother them for the rest of their life. But who's going to speak for me?

Not our popular front. Not Neil. He's too busy forgetting it when someone calls him Satan.

Not me. Not ever.