Back to the Garden

Thunderstorms and heavy rain again last evening; we are soaked to the gills while Florida and the Gulf Coast burns. Arizona lawmakers are blaming much of their state’s wildfire problems on illegal immigrants.
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Out of one side of their mouths, American lawmakers vehemently condemn oppressive regimes in the Middle East for taking a hardline stance against protestors and the need for change, while here at home these same legislators bust their collective asses to enact insane laws similar to the ones the revolutionaries over there are struggling against. God Bless America!
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The Tennessee legislature is preparing laws to curtail teacher’s rights to collective bargaining in the state. Way to go, boys and girls; let’s keep the teachers on the outside of the education system. Hell, why don’t we just have one state-wide teacher for each grade and let them mentor via closed circuit TV? Even better, let us do away with the institution of public schools in America and have the teaching performed on Public TV channels. The kids can stay at home, school buses will no longer be clogging our residential streets and puffing pollutants into the atmosphere, billions of tax-payer dollars can be recouped by selling existing school properties, and taxes can be lowered because no new facilities will be needed. Why not take it a step further and eliminate the human teacher completely? Modern computers are more than bright enough to teach our children everything they need to know in this simplistic modern world; our society will be a big step closer to human utopia.
“…we got to get ourselves back to the garden”.
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Have a Wednesday, y’all!
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WOODSTOCK
Performed by:
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Lyrics by:
by Joni Mitchel

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Well I came across a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going
This he told me
Well I am going down to Yasgur’s farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Goin’ to get back to the land to set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel like I’m a cog in something turning
And maybe it’s the time of year
Yes and maybe it’s the time of man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are 2 billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

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