Listening to this song put me in mind of all the terrible and frightening things going on in the world today. I sometimes wonder how the powers that be (or wish they could be, or think they are for that matter) live with themselves. Good and bad. How does someone plan to do something like engineer a plague, or kill a child, or deny any human being the right to live in peace and love, and then sleep at night? Conversely, how does someone get into the head of a person who can content themselves with these actions, and find a way to fight them, without becoming a monster like them in the end? And does one voice really matter, after all is said and done? I'm usually of the mind that a crappy min wage job and the weather will still be there the next time the political wheel goes round, and simply sink deeper into the safety--insanity--den of make believe, figuring that what I say or do isn't going to make a difference anyway. But who really knows. The personal is political, as they say, and while my conspiracist ways and crazy theories might not make headlines, I suppose if I can convince that one crazy person that 'hey, look, all human beings have the right to be treated humanely', then maybe I've done something.
Or not.
Who knows.
But dammit, it felt good watching a couple who'd been together for over 40 years finally be able to get married just like everyone else. Pray that this is just the beginning....

Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag
Joe Fish

Well come on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your helping hand
Got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
Put down your books and pick up a gun
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

Chorus:
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, next stop is Vietnam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the Pearly Gates
Well there ain't no time to wonder why, whoopie we're all gonna die.

Now come on Wall Street don't be slow
Well man this war is a go-go
There is plenty of money to be made
Supplying the army with the tools of the trade
Just hope and pray they drop the bomb
Drop it on Vietnam.

Chorus

Well come on Generals let's move fast
Your big chance is here at last
Now you can go out and get those Reds
Because the only good Commie is one that's dead
And you know peace can only be won
When they blow 'em all to Kingdom Come.

Chorus

Now come on mothers through out the land
Pack your boys off to Vietnam
Come on fathers don't hesitate
Send your sons off before it's too late
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

Chorus