Blood Upon The Risers(Sung to the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic) He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight He had to sit and listen to the awful engines roar, And he ain't gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. "Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant, looking up. Our hero feebly answered "yes," and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock; He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop; He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome; The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones; The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind; He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind; He thought about the medics and wondered what they’ed find. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild; The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled; For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high; His comrades were then heard to say, "A helluve way to die"; He lay there rolling ‘round in the welter of his gore. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more. There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute; Intestines were a-dangling from this paratrooper’s boots; They picked him up, still in his chute and poured him from his boots. He ain’t gonna jump no more. CHORUS: Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die Gory, Gory, What a helluva way to die He ain’t gonna jump no more

yes, i am predictible with my unorganized rants...

a summer marked by an overdose of NPR and not enough sex drugs and rock and roll induce the following:

so to simply say fuck bush only gets me in trouble from the friendly cornell authorities. so maybe there is more to be said of this single evil conservative. as i may refer to him as Our Infantile Bastard and thus leave out any chance of the proverbial pubic connotations. he is just that, a bastard. I'l first make some unfair assumptions so you can all jump on me and call me unfair but i would postulate that OIB walked around middle and high school calling unjust things "gay". like man, that spoon is gay, *dumb snicker, shoulderchuckle*, or i cant believe how gay my grades are here at yale... on to more agreeable language. OIB's evocation of democracy and spreading this marvelous, fully calibrated demos-oriented style of governance to combat the idealogues in the region...hmm....with the (in order of most important to least...) human, psycholigical, monetary cost putting deficits not only in US currency but more importanly iraqi health if you are still alive, civic stability, and absolute resentment of the predominantly not culturally savvy American. one must only delve into the scorn rate of say American and Canadian tourists to see what we mean here. Surely the Canadians would not shoot Iraqi farmers in the name of enduring freedom but that is another story. when this infantile bastard thug evokes democracy, and the US' as the best and most admirable and free blah blah, what we see, objectively is an evocation of its founding fathers right? now you may think wigs and slaveowning indiankillers but youd be wrong... i was thinking of the founding pederasts from ancient greece. Demos, a greek word meaning people...hmm, democracy..ok, so when OIB rants about democracy, then funds excursion to invade on its behalf, then switches to gaybashing, all i can think of is the subtle yet astounding irony of it all. to those who belive in war...i ask when the last time you had shells blazing your home? i recall the shock and awe commencement to this tragic step in world history. i wish halliburton representatives could sit in the terrorized iraqi homes and praise the work they do for the soldiers...id love to see democracytoting congressmen or military families sitting in those Terrorized iraqi homes praising the Blasting spread of democrazy. freedomlover id call the man run over by tanks in tieneman square, not the conservative gaybashing bastard sitting in the the white house...yeah, that house will match the skin color of it inhabitants never its past servants, thats for sure. terrorism was not born on september eleventh, the world does not revolve around that date... we do september 11th body counts but not iraqi body counts? that is ill if you ask me. the post 9-11 term is so so american, so uncanadian, so historically ethnocentric... Sudan...what if this was our frame of reference? this IS wishful thinking... but that is massive tragedy.. we cannot speak of a post-polio world in africa, a post-malaria world..these are mosre important frames but again, ive digressed from a digression. howard zinn inaugurates the notion that todays miliitary force wishes to emulate the greatest generation of WWII fighters... we find that even in that war, the very first americans (abraham lincoln brigade) and 60+ country coalition of soldiers to fight fascism in europe, in spain to be precise, were NOT backed by the US. arms were soviet and Franco took spain because of the anti-commi rants on american airwaves..this again, is another Rafie-rant.. i think my point is in the footsteps of this prose, and youll see insurgency as a more noble cause than invasion in the frame.

prediction: castro's heart better than dick's.

if this comes off as preachy i apologize. it is not meant to convert or anything of the sort. its just my rants intersect and blogs seem to be the venue for organized and in this case disorganized rants. my intention is ultimately to throw my heart at the screen; hearts which will seldomly splat ,um, in an orderly fashion...

pat on the back to frist for introducing SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH into the political arena. science in congress is tasty.

can i say, sid, you will be missed in risley and other dining halls.. have fun in the House!

in the BDSM world, anyway...

sex=tennis.

"In common SM parlance, to do SM with someone is to "play" with them. This is not meant in any sort of diminishing or trivializing way, but rather in a manner similar to how one might "play" tennis or bridge with a partner."

- a random website

Tasp

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

A fictional device appearing in Larry Niven's Known Space novels. It can stimulate the pleasure center of the brain via electric induction at varying levels, even at a distance. Such a jolt of pleasure can be as totally disabling as a similar jolt of pain could be. More so, repeated use of the tasp at a low level can become addictive, allowing even greater control of the subject. Less malignantly, their use had become commonplace in parks on Earth, to give an unexpected shock to random passers-by, before their use was banned by the ARM.

In Ringworld, Nessus had a tasp surgically implanted into himself, to enable him to control the Kzin expeditionary Speaker-to-Animals (as Louis Wu was a wirehead at the time, addicted to electric current performing a similar function to the tasp through a device called a droud; in order to control Louis, Nessus could just control access to the droud and meter Louis's access to the current).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tasp