Road Sassy

Aurora April 11th, 2008 at 8:24 am

Elton John is a foul-mouthed, self-righteous, busy-body weazel…(though he did write some beautiful songs).
Who died and left him the authority on America and American politics? I hate how some of these militant gay men love to bash straight ones.

zee April 12th, 2008 at 11:13 am

Aurora
Sometimes I think these fools would curse America while they kneel at the chopping block to receive their final reward from their new muslim masters.

ligneus1 April 12th, 2008 at 1:48 pm

Nah, his music sucks too. I wonder if they dug Diana up yet to see if she turned in her grave at having Marylin’s sickly tribute song recycled for her. It wouldn’t have surprised me if EJ had turned up at the funeral in one of her dresses. You can decide which her that refers to.
What a farce it all was, all the way from the marriage to the funeral. Ah well, Charles at least got two better sons than you would have expected or that he deserved so it’s an ill wind that doesn’t blow some good.

Just Another Richard April 12th, 2008 at 8:15 pm

Hi Ligneus. Glad to see I wasn’t the only one, whose stomach churned at the whole sanctimonious spectacle. The whole sordid smug show set the tone perfectly for the next 10 years of Saint Tone The Pious’ insipid and destructive premiership…all show and no substance, (though highly destructive).

As for Elton, never has a man(?) traded so successfully upon his past reputation as he

Just Another Richard April 13th, 2008 at 8:03 am

Hi Ligneus. Yep the whole sorry story of the ‘Peoples Princess’, was nothing more than one long fairytale, promulgated and promoted by the media, for their own benefit, for they saw a weakness in the human psychology of our age, an emptiness of the human spirit, yearning for something, anything, to fill it, and so fill it they did, while reaping huge profits into the bargain.

I have quite good recollections of that time, and as I recall, Diana’s star as the darling of the media, had gone far past its peak, and in some cases, they were busily tearing her apart for her sins…infidelity, excessive consumption, shallow vanity…you know, the usual tales of human failings that just happens to sell more copy, who would have thought…go figure, those bastions of our collective virtue turn out to be nothing more than street shysters chasing the almighty buck. My, how short peoples memories are.

Then of course, Diana dies…the tragedy, the drama, the emotional torment of millions, and above all, the loss of future copy, (but of course they’ve even found a way round that little inconvenience). Boy has that all been milked for every penny since then. Call me cynical, but people die every day, the passing of the vast number, being totally unmentioned. The collective wailing and gnashing of teeth has been a spectacle to behold.

To me, she was just a normal person, blessed with the fortune of pleasing looks, and an accompanying good luck that went with her. She happened to be in the right place, at the right time; her only talent, her only true accomplishment, was a overwhelming passionate love affair with the cameras, and brother, was she free with her favours there. She parlayed that shy act into an insatiable attention of the masses, for whose benefit one might ask (?)

Ligneus, I’m a little bit more cynical than you about peoples gullibility and utility of this passion play, for I do not grant them quite the freedom of action your position implies, for yes, while indeed, we are all free agents, it would seem, far, far too many, are too eager to walk in the opinions of others, and simply drink this milksop tale of passion and woe, to the exclusion of the hard business of thinking for themselves: is it all really that hard?

To me, the whole thing smelled and still smells of ‘Bread and Circuses’

As to Obama, well, if they could make a fortune off of a fairytale princess, just think what they may make off of a Messiah. And the beauty of it all, think of all the contented souls out there, whose lives of vacuous hollowness, have now been filled with the milk of human ‘Hope’, shame it’s curdled milk, but who’ll notice, eh! Well, until the stomach churns.

As to your enforced visit to coventry by the ladies at the old folks home, I would have thought that that was something of a blessing, you know, the release from endless, meaningless chatter for few days

I guess I’m just a grumpy old man…ah well, we all have our crosses to bear.

Just Another Richard April 13th, 2008 at 8:20 am

Ligneus. By the way, your comments the other night inspired me to go listen to some Mozart, though not an avid classical music aficionado, I do enjoy listening from time to time. Though I still say the sound of the Acoustic Guitar is what sets my soul alight