"All who are under the yoke of slavery should consider their masters worthy of full respect, so that God's name and our teaching may not be slandered. Those who have believing masters are not to show less respect for them because they are brothers. Instead, they are to serve them even better, because those who benefit from their service are believers, and dear to them. These are the things you are to teach and urge on them."1 Timothy 6 (New International Version)

I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satelites It's wrong to wish on space hardware I wish I wish I wish you'd care Billy Bragg

I went to my first LA bar tonight. It was very enjoyable. I met some 9 Black Alps and a nice Interscope man and some nice Radiohead managing Britishers and a funny girl from San Fran and a boy who fancied himself as Mark Whalberg. Steve The Jeweler is safer than fuck. And I had no idea the tabloid swine had been implicating Mick Jones in this "model does cocaine" lunacy. Mick Jones is as lovely as love itself. Head up dude, fuck those fools, they don't come close. They can't touch you. Don't let them even think they can.

And I saw the new Curb! All hail! Formulaic, but HAIL ANYWAY!

Man, the Bloodhound Gang Album is amazing! It's up there with the GLC and Damian Marley albums, in the New Records Of 2005 I Play Repeatedly list.

"If I wanted to be repeatedly shit on I'd go make Dutch porn."

"We are Sir David Of Brent."


Long live Jimmy Pop.

She who I would call Baban thinks I'm going to hell. Me and the vast majority of the world. But she doesn't mind. She won't miss us, she said, because heaven is "perfect".

But I'm not going to "hell", honey! And I'm not going to "heaven"!

I'm just Going.

Hell is here. So is heaven. We have control over both. Now. Right now. The are reigns we can grab, if we stop thinking we are glued to the horse, and the only way we can get to the a nice place is by saying nice, but essentially insincere things about the horse's dead great-great-great-great-great-etc Grandpa.

That's a sucky metaphor, I know. But so what? We are, as the brilliant Ultrasound sang, All In The Same Gang. I can't take "God loves us all equally" as an excuse for Pat Robertson and Henry Kissinger anymore. I will say, death loves us all equally - so the time to act upon the world of the living is DURING IT. If you think you're gonna be sat at a big-ass banquet with John Lennon and Mother Teresa basking in perfectness for all eternity while the rest of us burn, and the WORLD IN ACTUALITY is raped and desecrated by liars claiming Christianity who wouldn't look at another man's foot, let alone wash it, you are no more Christian than George W Bush is.

Despite what you may have gleaned from some of my angrier posts, I do not "hate Christians" (I don't hate anybody, actually) - Christ was a fucking DUDE - a true revolutionary who believed in love, and humanity, and the power, that some will call God, and others will call Chi, and others something else, that is in us all... but I resent those who have hijacked this thing of freedom and peace, and I resent those that will sit idly by and condemn me and my dead babies to hell, and pray for Henry Kissinger and Rupert Murdoch. And I resent those that believe that this all powerful God needs "Christians" to channel his Awesome Power through. The vast majority of humankind, they will never hear of Christ. But they will hear of women and men of similar stock, with similar love for humanity, and those women and men may or not be inspired to shake their chains as a result, and they are not going to "Hell". The hell they will inhabit is one of our making. Yours and mine. Every day we sit idly by and think all will be sorted by the great Scorer at the moment of death's embrace, is another day of Actual Hell for our brothers and our sisters.

I don't know why I think of this now, but I do:

"I did not know and I could not see Who was waiting there Who was hunting me." Leonard Cohen