Problem Attic. Insert witty tagline here.

When the Tao is lost, there is goodness.
When goodness is lost, there is morality.
When morality is lost, there is ritual.
Ritual is the husk of true faith,
the beginning of chaos.

31st Stanza

Weapons are the tools of violence;
all decent men detest them.

Weapons are the tools of fear;
a decent man will avoid them
except in the direst necessity
and, if compelled, will use them
only with the utmost restraint.
Peace is his highest value.
If the peace has been shattered,
how can he be content?
His enemies are not demons,
but human beings like himself.
He doesn’t wish them personal harm.
Nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory
and delight in the slaughter of men?

He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.

…has made it to the big time. We’re opening for “I would give you one of my beers,” “Today, Tomorrow, Timaru,” DEJA VOODOO!

(And I think that’s probably enough blogging for today.)

“You can’t spell slaughter without laughter”

A BBC Transcript of a conversation between Bush and Blair, thinking their microphones were turned off.

First it was “LOL,” then for a long time variations on “hehe,” “heh heh,” “hah!” Then, briefly, a wave of “chortle,” “snicker,” and “funny.” Recently, however, the trend has been towards the good old “haha.”

I have no idea what this means—I just spotted it as it wandered across my brain.