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Fewer riots. More sing-a-longs, please.
Ubi Caritas
Folk song about George
https://peterkearney.bandcamp.com/track/45-george-zabelka
“My Name is George Zabelka” by Peter Kearney
GEORGE ZABELKA
Now I am an old man, soon to meet my God
My journey here is almost at an end.
But before the journey’s over there’s one place I must go
Can’t get into heaven till I face up to my hell.
My name is George Zabelka, an ordinary man
And in answer to your questions, my story I will tell.
I was raised to be a Christian in the fashion of the day
Seemed all I had to do was follow rules.
So it seemed right to join the army on that island in the sea
Where I was chaplain to the 509th bomb crews
And I gave the boys a blessing as they flew that August day …
Hiroshima still sleeping and no word did I say.
CHORUS:
So I go to light a candle that can shine in the night
For my brother I have wronged, my sister I have killed.
Come light a million candles in the tomb of the night
And we’ll see the light of morning rise again.
Well something deep inside me knew the truth of what I’d done
And my nightmares brought the terror home to me.
I knew the dark and loveless spirit, the cold and clever lie
That held the power and condemned those towns to die
And I know I was no better than the men on Calvary
Who had their orders and followed thoughtlessly. CHORUS.
I know that war has always been, it’s a habit deeply formed
And every land thinks God is on its side
And the Church has offered blessings and talked about ‘just wars’
Inside with Caesar, leaving Christ outside the door
But I say this stage is over, the bomb has changed it all …
Together we will rise up or together we must fall. CHORUS.
And now I am an old man, soon to meet my God
My journey here is almost at an end.
But before the journey’s over I’m going to Japan
As a pilgrim, a small and sorry man
To kneel and beg forgiveness in the hope to reconcile…
One step begins the journey along the homeward mile. CHORUS.
Words and music by Peter Kearney
Women and the Draft
Don’t miss this episode of the CAM podcast with lots of good information on what is going on with women and military conscription.
You can go here to send a quick letter to your representative.
Finally, a new song by our friend, co-author of The Martyrdom of Thomas Merton, Dave Martin!
For all the fathers
So, great news. It looks like we’re getting very close to requiring young women to register for the draft. Ah, the apex of feminism! Finally, we’ll have real equality: Men and women will both have an equal opportunity to become slaves, forced to go kill and die for the state.
I’ve been feeling inspired by David Martin (co-author of The Martyrdom of Thomas Merton — see episode 31 of the podcast), who writes excellent parodies. I think there is a parody that could be written about this: It would be called: “Daddy’s, Don’t Let Your Daughters Grow Up to Be Draftees” to the tune of the ol’ Waylon Jennings song, of course. But the problem is, I have limited creative juices right now, what with my 9-to-5 and the podcast. David says he does too.
Maybe we can collaborate, all of us.
Here’s a couple of lines I came up with…
Draftees are easy to love but they’re harder to hold
They’d rather live their own life than do what they’re told…
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And another…
Daddy’s’ don’t let your daughters grow up to be draftees
Don’t let ’em pick up guns and drive Army trucks
Let ’em be healers and mothers and such…
Here’s all the lyrics. Comment if you come up with something!
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
They’d rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s and each night begins a new day
If you don’t understand him and he don’t die young
He’ll probably just ride away
Mamas’ don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ’em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas’ don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
‘Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they loveCowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornin’s
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don’t know him won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong he’s just different
But his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s rightMama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ’em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
‘Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they loveMamas’ don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ’em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
“Murder Most Foul”
Might as well face it…
https://www.bitchute.com/video/g94YpS1D3bTp/
Song parody derived from Robert Palmer’s “Addicted To Love”.
Written by DC Dave.
https://dcdave.heresycentral.is/2019/12/31/addicted-to-war/
Singing/video by BuelahMan
Addicted to War
The vote is done; we thought we won,
But our land is not our own.
We want peace with Putin’s bear,
But Trump’s words were just air.
We want out of the Middle East,
But have a look, we’re in deep.
Relations worsened with Iran
And we’re still in Afghanistan.
Whoa, we like to think that we hate blood and gore, oh yeah.
It’s closer to the truth to say it’s what our leaders are for.
You know we’re gonna have to face it, we’re addicted to war.
We said Assad attacked with gas.
We couldn’t give him a pass.
So what the charge was just a lie.
Drop more bombs; more people die; we wonder why.
Can we be saved?
Domination is all they crave.
If you know what to do
Please tell it to me, too.
Whoa, we like to think that we hate blood and gore, oh yeah.
It’s closer to the truth to say it’s what our leaders are for.
You know we’re gonna have to face it, we’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
The Soviets gave up the ghost,
Cold War victory was our boast,
And did NATO then disband?
No, in fact, it would expand.
Whoa, we like to think that we hate blood and gore, oh yeah.
It’s closer to the truth to say it’s what our leaders are for.
You know we’re gonna have to face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it,
Might as well face it, they’re addicted to war.
Might as well face it, might as well face it,
Might as well face it.
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The Presence of the Lord
I’ve always loved Billy Corgan and his music.
Happy New Year!
Here’s a beautiful song to start your year, a new twist on the “Battle Hymn of the Republic.”