Cognitive Dissonance

"Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!" - Allen Ginsberg

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"Final Straw" by R.E.M. I chose this song to dedicate to Tom Buchanan because his legal team attempted to discredit my having rights via bringing up an old conviction from my past. They were soundly spanked by the judge for this, and I wrote a letter to the editor savaging the decision.

Lyrics:

As I raise my head to broadcast my objection
As your latest triumph draws the final straw
Who died and lifted you up to perfection?
And what silenced me is written into law.

I can’t believe where circumstance has thrown me
And I turn my head away
If I look I’m not sure that I could face you.
Not again. not today. not today.

If hatred makes a play on me tomorrow
And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge
There’s a hurt down deep that has not been corrected.
There’s a voice in me that says you will not win. 

And if I ignore the voice inside,
Raise a half glass to my home.
But it’s there that I am most afraid,
And forgetting doesn’t hold. it doesn’t hold.

Now I don’t believe and I never did
That two wrongs make a right.
If the world were filled with the likes of you
Then I’m putting up a fight. I’m putting up a fight.
Putting up a fight. make it right. make it right. 

Now love cannot be called into question.
Forgiveness is the only hope I hold.
And love- love will be my strongest weapon.
I do believe that I am not alone.

For this fear will not destroy me.
And the tears that have been shed
It’s knowing now where I am weakest
And the voice in my head. in my head.

Then I raise my voice up higher
And I look you in the eye
And I offer love with one condition.
With conviction, tell me why.
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
Look me in the eye. 
Tell me why. 

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"Decency Police" by Street Dogs

Lyrics:

Morality patrol!
First amendment she’s coming down
First amendment she’s coming down
First amendment she’s coming down
First amendment she’s coming down
Agents of morality, clean America for you and me
Fundamentalist authorities judging dirt from clean
Cloaked in a flag and bible disguise, gonna clean our ears and eyes
Better not speak up, don’t you realize it’s in God we trust?
Freedom take cover they’re gunning for you, the decency police
Extend their reach with know-all speech, the decency police
Watching out for us, who needs freedom when you have them?
From the 700 Club to Capitol Hill, imposed agenda to instill
Mad with their self-righteous lies to clean our ears and our eyes
Little do they know we’re catching on to them
Clock will strike 11, voters wake up rid us of them  
Freedom take cover they’re gunning for you, the decency police
Extend their reach with know-all speech, the decency police
Watching out for us, who needs freedom when you have them?
They got a brand new bible waiting for you, yes they do
They are gonna change everything you say and do
The decency police they know what’s right
Freedom of choice they aim to fight
You better wake up, you better close down
Before it gets too late
Freedom take cover they’re gunning for you, the decency police
Extend their reach with know-all speech, the decency police
Watching out for us, who needs freedom when you have them?

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Elliott Smith - “Junk Bond Trader”

Lyrics:

The imitation picks you up like a habit
Writing in the glow of the TV’s static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they’d understand

A stick man flashing a fine-lined smile
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
Rich man in a poor man’s clothes
The permanent installment of the daily dose

And you tell off when you tell it like it is
Your world’s no wider than your hatred of his
Checking into a small reality
Boring as a drug you take too regularly

The athlete’s laugh, the broken crutch
The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
Brought down like an old hotel
People digging through rubble for things they can resell

Happy holidays, sad sick savior
The leaving lover that I still favor
I won’t take your medicine, 
I don’t need a remedy
To be everything I’m supposed to be
I don’t want nobody else
I can do it by myself
We’re meant to be together

Now I’m a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I’m a hitchhiker you’ll recognize passing
On your way to some everlasting
Better sell it while you can

This song fits so much of what I see in the world. It’s spooky.

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