This is my only tradition I keep on Thanks-for-raping-an-entire-culture-giving. Only now I cry when I hear Arlo's song, as it has become yet another entry on my list of nutty widow behaviors. That and a nap. Apparently, even Tofurkey contains some sort of faux tryptophan that will make you pass out and drool down the front of your sweater in front of a blaring televised football game. Luscious, I hate that I've become so elderly at the age of thirty-six.
Alice's Restaurant really synchs with how I feel about community college, now that it is research paper season. My "green movement hypocrisy" paper has now become my Officer Obie. Writing a seventeen page research paper is similar to the litterbug being confined to the Group W bench with all the mother-rapers, father-stabbers, and father-rapers mentioned in the song. Funny how the topic of the song and the paper are both litter based that have turned into their own special movements. One to research if one is moral enough to join the army, and slaughter people, and one to research these religious zealots, who refuse to accept hard science, and are moral enough to save their own planet.
The Anti-Green Massacree Movement is a rehabilitation process that is currently underway. Just need to look for Arlo's envelope under the half ton of trash. I'm thankful for that, at least.
Here's a link to the song if you haven't heard it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRFIzyh0q2A&NR=1&feature=fvwp
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