Song Saturday-It's Too Late Because We're Dead

Enjoying the weekend with some Slow Club who has a delicious, uncanny knack for making serious lyrics sound upbeat and light.

Enjoy.

A Father's Day Reminder

I don't have a Father.

I sometimes tell people I sprung from the head of Zeus like Athena.

The truth is my mother never told me the same story twice about who he is or was. I have my theories about why, but in the end it doesn't matter.

So I appreciate good fathers. I really do.

I'll tell you a secret:

Good Dads very often bring a tear to my eyes. Good men are important and special.

And, I think you don't have to be an actual biological parent to be a good "Dad"

Sometimes the man who lives next door and helps you change your tire is filling that role, even though he has no kids of his own.

Sometimes the stranger who opens the door and helps you carry groceries so you can deal with a tired toddler is being a good "dad".

It's important

And for those Fathers out there who for whatever reason are feeling like they fucked up, or missed out or had their last chance.

Don't sit there on this day or any day for that matter.

There is always time, to be the right kind of Dad. To accept your children for who they are.

Who they REALLY are.

Get over yourself and your expectations. Be a good Parent. There's still time.

Song Saturday-Society Makes Me Sad

Okay, I do realize it's monday. But people I was dancing near nekkid except for some glittery hot pants at my rapture party. Imagine my disappointment to see the same old Assholes here the next day...I'm sure some of you share my disappointment. I was going to share Johnny Thunder's version of Society Makes Me Sad, however this one was eversomuch more poignant and lovely. It is all encompassing, what do you think? >

Subversify Resurrects Before the Rapture

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Oh even the End Times can't stop Subversify!

Song Saturday-Friend to the Friendless

Oh how I love Punk Cabaret...

Please to Enjoy: The World/Inferno Music Society

I'm not above drinking alone
but no good ever comes of it,
unless you count me talking to you now
So, have you been hurt?
Did you hurt someone?
Did you get all crashed down upon?
Me, I'm a friend to the friendless
not that I chose it and if I had
well then who knows?
But that one guy on the train
all talking to himself
ah, he's talking to me
He's saying
"At school they taught me a prayer for money,
a prayer for crap jobs right till I die
never a prayer for people, the brokenhearted
the lonely"

Did you let the blues make you bad
Did you get all twisted?
Did you get so drunk you whispered
"I think I'm gonna die?"
Did you pass nights wondering why you never saw it coming?
Nobody ever sees it coming, no exceptions at all
I'm a friend to the friendless and I don't care
If I had a choice in this it wouldn't be fair
but I don't so let's not get all carried away
with shit you wouldn't change anyway
let's make this a prayer for money
a prayer for Sundays through Mondays
and crap jobs right til I die.
Because where we are we won't always be
and shit man that could be me
getting hurt, hurting someone
getting all crashed down upon
burning holes in butterfly's wings
while wishing just wishing for other things
Nobody ever sees it coming, no exceptions at all
Nobody ever sees it coming, are you ready for this?
Never wear white socks with black shoes
Don't get all twisted
Don't let the blues make you bad
I know you miss him
Don't let your standards fall down with your hair
How it felt when you kissed her
Straighten your tie, tuck in your shirt
I'm a friend to the friendless
And I don't know why but come on kids, please,
we'll walk right on by
I know you are lonely, you'll always be
You are so many things you will not always be.

A word about Labels

Very often we find ourselves in desperate times both emotionally and physically.  What people in the helping field notice is that in these times what people crave most is answers; a name to put to a condition, something we can point to and say “This is what’s going on with me.” 

This drive is applicable to physical ailments as well as emotional ones.  Nobody likes to suffer and not know why.  The drive to find a name for our pain is so strong and culturally ingrained that people will spend life savings in order to figure out just what is wrong.  First opinions, second opinions and even third opinions will be sought out. 

The result of this is very often huge amounts of debt.  Money spent on searches of discovery, different therapies from medicinal to less traditional ones.  Often to the point that doctors, nurses and mental health professionals will often concede and provide a diagnosis that may be to the patient’s liking but not exactly relevant to what is actually going on.

All this has been exacerbated in recent years by the marketing campaigns of drug companies aimed to make people feel as if they should be on medication.  These commercials both in print and on television, radio and internet make us feel as if we should be on some sort of timeline for healing, if not we should be asking for drugs.

Nothing could be further from the truth.  All of us have different timelines and coping mechanisms for dealing with stress, grief, depression, anger and physical healing. 

In addition, rarely mentioned are the effects of putting labels to our processes.  The outcome of labeling someone bi-polar, schizophrenic, and autistic or any other diagnosis can be in and of itself crippling.  The very act diagnosing, can take away the very hope which was being sought in the first place. 

Very often once someone has been labeled with a malady they give up the hope and drive to overcome and develop their own coping skills.  Very often it is better to work with the issues that are being presented rather than giving someone a reason to continue on in the same frame of mind and behavioral reference which such diagnosis give them.

A behaviour which is very often manifest once an individual is given a name for their problems is excuse making.  For example, they may tell everyone they know they are bi-polar.  As soon as this happens it becomes the frame of reference for how others treat them, which in turn causes them to act accordingly more often and to a greater degree.

Along with this, in this day and age it is virtually impossible to keep any medical and mental health issues to oneself.  Once the word is out it becomes who you are, to family, friends, lovers and even employers.  Being treated as different causes us to act differently.

The fact of the matter is we; all of us have our own share of depression, struggles and problems.  By allowing each individual to rise to the occasion of problem solving without labels is to empower.  Empowering should be the ultimate goal of therapy.  Not labeling.  

Song Saturday- Saving Us

Big Big happenings this week. Evil doers somehow found (allegedly) and lost at sea. Does it matter?

Not in the least.

People are still losing their homes in America and unable to get affordable healthcare. Sooner or later we are going to see Repo Men being played out as we pay big buisiness to fix our insides.

The E.U. still had to bail out Spain this week and is looking at Greece, Portugal and reducing interest rates to Ireland.

Oh and our Republitards passed a bill through the House redefining rape. Good going guys, according to them incest and statutory rape is a-ok as long as fetuses aren't aborted. Obama says he will veto this if it passes the Senate but really he hasn't been keeping a lot of promises. Sounds to me a little like religious extremism in lawmaking anyway.

Just in case you were deluded into thinking the death of one man meant anything to what we are experiencing, I bring you a message from Serj: