Rock Group?

Yesterday was pre-Super Bowl “Orgasm” Sunday. So where does one find the best place to run a sea to shining sea survey? Gillette Stadium and Century-Link Stadium, where the wealthy and a few middle class have assembled to “Pig Skin” out! OK, affordable seats for many, $200 dollar range so the mix of “Tailgaters” is probably a decent cross-cut of American society - professional to crooks to drug pushers to teachers to whores to pimps to lawyers to gun runners to janitors to politicians, which means a good place to challenge our preoccupation with a sloppy-seconds game. So, is “Boko Haram” a “Rock Group” or a “Group throwing rocks” was the “Litmus Test” question of the day. And yes, the majority answered that they thought “Boko Haram” was a British rock group from the late 60s and most acknowledged that they were aware of the “Haram” recently in the news but not sure why, maybe like on the road again for a revival tour! A “Whiter Shade of Pale”? One very well dressed dude asked if maybe “Boko Haram” was the group that would perform at the Super Bowl – yes he already had his $13-thousand dollar luxury seat ticket, proud too show it off to the other fans lined up for a free bag of Skittles as part of the “Procal Harum” survey. So, does it show something of interest, that many have no idea the difference between a “Rock Group” and a bunch of thugs? It is 2015, wherein technology brings us answers in less then a heart-beat, there is no excuse we are so deaf to hear the cries of others – we hear them, as we are not that stupid yet we cannot get out of our cocoons and establish “Global” reasoning initiatives. The “United Nations” has been hijacked  away from its “mission” way too long! When we have a society that is so far out and has not an understanding of “atrocities” occurring today, when the football was kicked away here and there, wherein at the same damn time innocent girls were being beaten, raped and tortured again – yes the football has been purposely deflated, the same with our “Soul”! When we have such atrocities and can sit around on Sunday – the Lord's Day – and smother ourselves around a sport dedicated to “spousal abuse, drugs, guns” wherein “zero” talent is required, and offer nothing else towards human rights, we do not deserve this “Time Out” as we are derelict in our conviction towards “Brotherly Love”. Or is it due the fact we have lost control and under the “Influence” of “Hatred”? When wealth has taken over and we are forced to take a back seat upon such atrocities and become so complacent that it is not “Our” problem, it is only a matter of time when like a cancer those atrocities reach home. The atrocities today are far worse then those of history past, as we are supposed to have learned from our mistakes and we have today the means, we have today the power, we have today the mobility and technology, yet we have not the stamina to attack these atrocities head-on as we are forced into a preoccupation mood of “moot” that forgives those responsible for these “Killing Fields” - a sentiment that it is just another routine day in “Hell” upon earth for some. And NO we are not totally to blame, so the time out from our excruciating pursuits for life and liberty deserves some fantasy - like enjoying football - as we have become a nation that cares not, as we are enlisted in it also with a “WAR MACHINE” on steroids – as that condones the generation of wealth and generations of wealth regardless of how it was acquired and when “WAR” is abolished, the wealth follows! Yes, “HATRED” around the world is a profitable investment for many! So enjoy the game, enjoy the “Pig Outs” as you deserve it. And during half-time, look up at those sheltered “Box Office” seats wherein the wealthy are barricaded away, and you will be looking at the killers of peace right smack in the eye and for every innocent girl that was raped and tortured during that 60-minute game, those of wealth probably inherited even more wealth and now get to spend that money on, well the next game of thorns!

She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

Song by Pocal Harum